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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.