Live music has been filtering it’s way through my windows all day. Not sure what’s over there (at the Fair), but I like being close to things. Even if I have no intention of going to them, somehow being close makes me feel part of it.
Spent the last 10 minutes lint rolling my bed and pillows. All it takes is one night of Rupert snuggling me or plopping above my head or next to my stomach to fill the entire blanket/pillow area with fluff. I need to get him an undercoat brush because he is entirely too furry to keep up with all his summer shedding using just a regular cat brush. Those things are futile when placed in front of his bright orange village of hair.
I finished my On The Color Line book for Soc 30, Race and Ethnic Studies, last night. The ending made me cry. Because I am a sap and everything makes me cry. It’s such a great feeling having a book finished, one of two assigned to us for the next 6 weeks. I feel so ahead of the game. And motivated to knock my two papers out early even though they aren’t due until a week or two from now. This is what school does for me. It helps me feel proud and motivated. That alone makes it worth it. Beyond the end result of a degree towards a fulfilling career, I am just proud to be accomplishing something. Doing well and getting a 4.0 the last 3 semesters has changed my entire outlook on myself, who I am and who I can be. That’s an amazingly powerful feeling.
