I know it’s been a few weeks since I posted…and that ‘all’ my ‘avid’ readers have been simply wallowing in a pit of despair, waiting to hear about my ‘exciting’ life again. 
So, I decided I should probably post before I had people turning all emo and 
cutting themselves and sh** on my conscience.
It is September and fall is in the air at last. Summer has been trying to get a few last gasps in over the past couple days (the exterior temperature here at quarter past 1 is hovering around 80) but I am not fooled. The air has a crispness that is absent in the summer, and the nights are getting chilly. On Monday I wore a sweater to school over a T-shirt and was not entirely comfortable outside when the cool breeze cut through the loose weave to my bare arms underneath. I am ordering coffee hot again, rather than iced, as I had throughout the past couple months.
I have 2 more weeks of school this quarter. I am at once revealed and something that is the opposite of that and involves a lot of stress…but I can’t deny I am looking so very forward to a couple weeks freedom…there are plans to do things with other people, plans to visit Penns Colony again, plans to lock myself in my room and color some lineart that’s been waiting, plans to possibly try my hand at making a chicken pot pie. And some cookies.
Robin Goodfellow is growing in size and in trouble-making ability. But he also seems to be quite bright (though stubborn as any teenage-type) and he remains heart-meltingly sweet and affectionate (he likes to curl up on the back of my desk chair, nestle up against my neck and purr). Both of the other cats have fully accepted his presence…I will regularly find him curled up asleep with Mercury and she tolerates his presence with acceptably good humor. She has gotten past her ‘new cat adjustment period’ and sleeps on the bed and curls up in my lap again. Nova liked him pretty much from the start and they cuddle and play and fight regularly…and she’s still a daft cow.
Briggs and I have been switching off between watching Big O, Batman the Animated Series and re-watching Trigun. Overall, they are all quite enjoyable, though we have decided that we would like Big O much better without the giant robots.
I finally gave in and re-read The Last Herald-Mage trilogy. I’d been dying for 
some fantasy of that genre and tried to find substitutes within my other available books without success. I now feel I have temporarily sated my need and can read other books without despairing at their lack of swords and sorcery. …though once I have the $ to spare I do intend to pick up the next installment of the Mirador series and re-read that.
Anyway, tea is steeping and homework is waiting, so now I bid you adieu (wow…did I spell that right?) and return to the tasks at hand.
