Yesterday was day 2 of qualls. It wasn't the slam dunk that I had hoped for, but hopefully it was sufficient to pass. All three of us were a little worse for wear looking after finishing day 2. My advisor gave us a little pep talk. On the bright side, all of us made it to our cars before we cried. I think that I scared the Bear a little bit (he dropped me off and picked me up afterward because my parking spot is sort of far away) because I got in the car and started to cry, and I can't cry and breathe at the same time, so I can't explain why I'm crying.
I slept until about 3:00 today. The Bear and I went out to dinner and on our way home, he said something about how he thought I was probably really relieved that I didn't have to go home and study. Oh yeah. I explained how it was a little like this:
It's kind of interesting. I have a life again suddenly. The government didn't shut down, which is good.... among other things, I need to get a passport for Vancouver in late May. The Bear finally got in touch with his cousin who is coming through here 9 June. I'm going somewhere at the end of June.... not sure which trip I'm taking.
I talked to my mom today, and she was asking what ELSE was going on in my life. Um. Yeah. I didn't tell her about the student judicial programs thing because there isn't anything I can tell her about what happened there. She's really concerned about the relationship between her brother an his wife.... although she doesn't really *get* relationships . There was a long discussion about an Edith Wharton novel that sort of underlies that point.
The arts festival here was surprisingly good. Some years, there are a bunch of cowboy paintings. There was a 19th c. circus wagon collaged with skeletons and bits from books. We've come a long way, baby.
Clay tomorrow, hopefully.