Onward and onward
Life goes on. Here are the happenings of the past few weeks.
Jillian was sad. Sunny helped.
Stormy made sure I learned Remedies. He was very stern.
Between my shoulder, my eyeballs, and now my wrist, law school may actually kill me.
I got new glasses and became instantly cooler. But not really.
Rob built me a shed. In a hat. He has delicate English skin.
He looks much more at home in this. And so much hotter.
I found these. Me and Grandpa. Mom at the British Museum in the 1970s.
Two finals down. One paper, one final to go.