The Cat. And Life.

Well, the cat is now a cuddle monster. I attribute this largely to his discovery of my fleece blanket (he may be impervious to actual catnip, but the allure of fleece is universal.), which means he is frequently curled up on my bed, sleeping, grooming himself with slrupy vigor (seriously, slurpy.), staring at me balefully, and depositing his hair on my bed. This has given me (and the outside world) the chance to observe a couple things about him:
1) He has a protruding tooth a la Bucky from the Get Fuzzy cartoon… oddly his personality mirrors the cartoon character as well.

2) One can tell the cat is awake, even if his eyes are closed, because he is purring. Or hissing. Or both (turns out they can do that).

3) If he is asleep, one can tell because he is snoring. Snoring, I might add, with the vigor one would expect from a much larger animal… like… a dormitory of sumo wrestlers after a long day in the ring.

4) He likes having his belly rubbed. Hand to God, he loves it.

And now, for some non-cat talk tidbits.

1) Still no more news from law schools. I saw a small envelope in the mail box today and was thrilled despite its size (“THANK HEAVENS! I CAN CROSS SOMETHING OFF THE CURSED LIST!!”)… but it was just the FastWeb bill. That was a double suck. I’m about to become the annoyingly clingy applicant that we always rolled our eyes at in the Admissions office back in my college days.

2) Anna is in Dublin this week at a wedding (Irish wedding in Dublin on St. Patrick’s day- now if that doesn’t sound like a good time, I don’t know what does!), so I’ve picked up two of her classes (and, random, one of her private students for the week) to substitute. This week is madness.

3) I had a delicious salad for dinner. This isn’t really important, but it made me happy and I occasionally like to reassure mom that she raised me to eat green things and not to get scurvy.

3a) You may be scoffing about the scurvy thing, but a friend of a friend got scurvy! Naturally, she was mocked for apparently having been press-ganged into the British Navy circa 1774… and if she was not mocked by her own friends, she is now being mocked anonymously and by somebody she does not know. Ahh internet.

4) I had a rather alarming hour or so when I thought I may have locked my student into the school after our lesson this morning (don’t ask). Luckily, the missed call from the school was only about substituting.

5) I’d like to go somewhere warm for Easter break… I don’t need to swim, I just need to expose my legs to sunshine (it has literally been months since they have felt the light of day and they are quickly phasing from “transparent” to “electroluminescent”). Maybe someplace volcanic. The good news is that I am a train ride away from several places meeting those criteria. Also hot springs. And old rocks.

6) After watching “Vicky Christina Barcelona” (good tip, mom) I have an urge to go to Spain at some point. Also the urge to drink red wine out of a ridiculously breakable wine glass (did anybody else notice how much red wine was consumed in that movie? And how breakable those glasses looked? Maybe I just noticed how breakable they looked after presiding over the funerals of every wine glass in our set of six.).

7) I’m currently reading Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco- it’s much more tolerable/ enjoyable on the second try. Also, in the interest of truth, after some “Lost” references, I was curious. That show is like crack for your eyeballs, no joke.

And on that note, it’s time for me to hit the hay!  I’ll be teaching for about 8 hours tomorrow… 6.5 of them back to back. Wish me luck… or, at the very least, survival!