Listening: A podcast of NPR's All Songs Considered (Interview/music of producer John Boyd - 04/05/07 episode)

Reading (perhaps quality): Special Topics In Calamity Physics, by Marisha Pessl

Reading (definitely pulp): The Starter Wife by Gigi Levangie Grazer (bought in the Houston airport when I was tired of reading quality)

Drinking: Plenty of water.

May 15, 2007
11:48 pm

Hug graduated last weekend from the University of New Mexico. My smart, sharp, brave, beautiful sister finished school surrounded by choruses of people she's worked with, singing her well-deserved praises to the skies.

The graduation and the weekend were wonderful. The family was all there - Mom, Keith, me, Bug, my Padrino, Keith's dad, Tia Sylvia, and then we trekked up to Las Vegas and saw our abuelo and a host of other family. We had green chili and more sopapillas than any group of people should eat in one weekend. We spent a ton ton ton of time together - in Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Vegas, Acomo and it feels like everywhere in between. It was a great time, it was a hard time, and I'm so so glad I was able to go.

Have been beyond exhausted for a while now. Sure, there's been a fair amount going on with some big changes wrapping up and yeah I went for a couple of long runs. But really? I blame the cat.

I love my little Anna, really I do. She's petite and sweet and very cute. But she's also so very noisy at night. When she climbs on my pillow next to my head. And touches my face. And purrs in a way that calls to mind a motorcycle starting up. There's walking to, and there's walking fro - I don't begrudge her the exercise and I understand her desire for company. But when she gets to sleep all day and I have to be awake aware and just on at work - well it doesn't work so well for me.

I know the answer is to put her in the bathroom when she acts up. And if I'm not utterly sleep disoriented when she wakes me up that's what I do. But usually by then the damage is pretty much done and I'm up for a while. When a beau is over I'll usually just put her out of the room to save us all the trouble but when its just me I hate locking her out. Yes I know she doesn't hate me for it. I know that she's fine. But I also know she'd rather have free rein of the place and I feel bad for denying that.

Or maybe nix that, I did feel bad for denying it. I had a headache today that was a direct result of some seriously crappy sleep. Hard to feel sympathetic when I'm feeling the way I am right now.

Doing (life and related tasks): Just got back from a long weekend in NM for Hug's college graduation - she's amazing amazing.

Doing (crafty/moving stuff): Trying to arrange a SnB next month with Demmert et al / Aiming to run a total of 12 miles this week.

Wanting: Someone to switch out my feather and polyfill comforters - not that I can't do it but its bulky work.

Anticipating: The long discussed Bridesmaids Bar Crawl is finally happening. Now I just need to choose the particular powder blue dresses I want to wear.