Mercury's Law

Things never go as you plan them. You could say that's a good thing. Or not. My week and a half of rest (re: plans for no assignments hanging over my head, vacation and some heavy drinking) turned out to be a figment of my imagination. Our new teacher gave us four assignments, counting the reading. I was grumpy at first, but if he delivers the goods, i.e. the knowlege, then I'm down. At the very least he seems very accountable for his role and that seems like a good to me.

Vacation at the lake was lovely until Sunday morning when I came down with the stomach flu and started *deleted*. Props to David for straightening the lake cabin up, packing the car and getting me home in less than an hour. The remainder of my weekend was spent in a feverish, achey haze. This thing has dragged on for several days now, but I'm on the mend. Just need a few more of those refreshing three hour naps. No heavy drinking will be ensuing. Just some light tea sipping perhaps. And lots, lots more writing for school. Peace, out.