Lately I've been noticing that everyone around me seems to have become some sort of "adult" - what with the marrying and the babies and the jobs and such. It's making me wish I'd majored in astro-physics and was working on a time machine so that I could keep recycling the fun years over and over and not deal with stuff like mal-functioning knees, shoulders, and pinched nerves in necks.
And on that note, what I've been doing is trying not to suffocate beneath the scads of midterms I need to not only grade, but also keep stats on the students' comprehension level of the "scientific method". It's bimodal. I'm trying to keep the marking as far from the unpleasant side as possible, so I've set up a little station on my upstairs patio with a garden table, music, fresh air and peanut butter cups (ooh, the barfing sensation is returning).
Meanwhile, this is what Kiki is doing. Stupid cat. He has no idea how lucky he is.