Travel Curse: The New Hope

 
I am home, and as of five minutes ago, done with my finals. (I had a couple of reading responses and a self-eval I didn't have the energy to bash out on Thursday night, not like I left my paper to the last possible minute) The worst thing that happened on the trip back was the patch of turbulence outside of Denver that felt like we hit a falling whale, and the fact that I mucked my back up somehow while I was packing, but not a big deal. No major delays, no mechanical malfunctions, no teenagers passing out in the lavatory, and by my book that makes it a great trip, which is so, so pathetic. Tomorrow I am making the rounds of meeting up with various relatives, and finally getting to meet the new kitten, who is now named Bailey. 

THIS WEEK: COOKIE BAKING AND YULETIDE WRITING. 

While I Was There She Bravely Killed A Ball of Yarn, A Shuttlecock, And A Glove

My afternoon, in two easy pictures:

( yay kitty snuggles )

Bailey is the pounciest kitten I have ever met, and the best at climbing onto high places and then falling off of them (when she forgets she is on the windowsill and tries to attack the cord pull, for example). Oliver is playing the grumpy old man who wants her off his lawn, but when he thinks no one is looking he stops chewing on her head and starts licking her instead, so I think he is more fond than he lets on. Meanwhile, the rabbit is off in the back playing with the horses. No, really.

*hearts*