Grades turned in

I always push the deadline, but it's done now. Too many A's. What can I say? I'm a great teacher! (I'm just a horribly lazy grader.)

I've got to get started prepping for my two summer classes. Groan.

It's chilly today, but spring does seem finally to have sprung. Esteemed Spouse decorated the front of the house with some geraniums. We've got a lot of landscaping to do, but with my being gone four days a week for the next 6 1/2 weeks, I doubt he'll use any of his free time to do yardwork, other than mowing. The man is invested in golf. He's playing it, watching it, or planning it, at virtually all hours of the day. He will also be teaching this summer, just one class.

My salary is still less than half his salary, yet I teach more classes in two semesters than he does in two semesters + summer (8 to his 7). Now that I'm doing two summer classes, I'm teaching 10 to his 7. It just is not fair.

Stephen and Heather are negotiating to buy a Chartreux kitten. They look like British Shorthair to me, one of my favorite breeds. For some reason, every kitten has to have his name (or her name) start with the same letter that denotes the year of its birth. This is a G year. Geronimo? Galatico? Gene Simmons? Greystokes, Legend of Tarzan? hmmmmm.....

I have not been sleeping well. I wake up somewhere between 1 a.m. and 4 a.m. and stay awake for hours. Then this morning my alarm cat decided 7 a.m. was a good time for us to get up. Simon, I love you, but one of these days, pow, right in the kisser with a rolled-up sock!

I left the apartment pretty much in a mess, so I'll need to get back on Sunday early enough to do a bit of house-keeping. This house (my REAL house) is about to go under for the third time. Simon's cat hair is everywhere.