Going home is good. Got two meals I didn’t have to cook (ok, I had to put a burger on the grill, but that’s hardly ‘cooking’), two loads of laundry done, a few groceries courtesy of mom (riiiiiiiiiiice!), snuggle time with kitties, and time to just hang out.  Jeremy and the kids were there for a while, too.  I quite enjoyed myself.

Played in my garden for a while before dinner.  Two of three lavender plants are doing good… the other one looks kind of puny.  St John’s Wort is up and at ‘em… feverfew, spearmint, and peppermint are good… oregano is making a slow comeback… and I can already see the tiny little starts of columbine leaves.  Trimmed off all of last year’s dead shoots, cleared the redbud leaves (the nice thing about putting your garden under trees… it insulates it for the winter for you), loosened the soil and sprinkled it with fertilizer (read: chicken pooooo).  I’m not replacing anything that doesn’t recover… except maybe the sage. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with that, since I had to take it to the ground last year.  I might just pot a little bush out on the patio here, and bring over my smallest lavender bush.  Just depends.  I still haven’t gotten a handle on how much sun this place gets… but my little window herb planter dealie is already sprouting, so it must get some.

Tomorrow; read anthro book, study anthro exam, write cover letter.  IT NEVER ENDSSSS.

Again, I say, long time no update. Um sorry. Busy, hectic, making ready, hauling ass, getting out, moving on, and making very little sense all along the way. For those of you who don’t know, and are not keeping track via LJ, I’m in Lexington now, trying to get things all dialed in and packed away before class starts back up on Monday. I doubt it’ll be entirely dialed, but I will, at least, have depressed and released a button or two. So far, only my nerves have gone kaboom… I guess that’s better than whatever else can happen with buttons.

The experience has been, so far, quite mixed. I’m happy even if I am at times quite terrified… partly due to nerves and partly due to the real mixbag we call “neighbours”. Most of the happiness is down to the fact that I’m surviving outside the next with minimal emotional hitches… anxiety increased but it’s been nowhere near as horrid as the other times I’ve been far from home. I think it’s due to my being stronger, and having much better support than I ever had before. Support which, god willing, should arrive within the fortnight, and perhaps lend a hand at being more supportive of my mammaries.

I’m earning an A in Narty.

The most pleasant thing about being in a more citylike environment is the fact that I have an intarweb connection which is worth a shit. The hell that is dial-up is finally behind me. Finally. I’ve been making friends with Netflix Instant Play, as well as catching up with all the glory of YouTube: