I’ve been trying to write up our recent vacation, but there have been things getting in the way.
There’s the usual run-up to the semester, which begins tomorrow. On top of everything else I’m still frantically trying to revise one class and create a second, and blogging may well be light until Christmas. Or it may be heavier as I need a study break. Whichever.
There’s Labor Day Weekend, which has all sorts of fun activities and which, in this year of unbridled Teabagger assault on the dignity of workers, holds a special meaning.
There has also been a psychic drain around here, one that has more specific causes.
Wednesday night Tria went out, as she often does. She likes the outdoors, and even though the Solons who run Our Little Town have decreed that no cats shall be allowed outside without said cats being restrained by leashes, she gets out anyway.
But she hasn’t come back. It’s not like her to miss a meal.
So it’s been a bit distracted around here.