I just coughed so hard that I gave myself a headache and made my neck hurt…I do not get how all this stuff can be coming from one set of sinuses.  I mean, where does it all fit in there?  And I can feel that there’s more.  At least my right ear popped a couple times last night and isn’t really hurting any more; the decongestants must’ve helped.  One of the last few doses of some real Sudafed I still had kicking around from back when it was possible to get it over-the-counter.

I do actually remember a time when I wasn’t living from cold to cold.  I think I’m still capable of recharging to that point, but it’d take a while…the thing is, my next term off will be Summer 2008.  Ouch.  I may (or may not) have a couple weeks off at the end of summer.  I’ll get a few weeks off in December.  That’s not enough for a recharge that’s supposed to last a year.

I still want my classroom, so bad it hurts.  I want to prove to myself that I actually can do it.  But…I could make enough to live on, for a year, by subbing, and the job wouldn’t follow me home.  I could even take a couple of fun easy classes to keep my student loans out of repayment.  I don’t really want to do it that way, but it might be better than burning out…unless it just depressed me because then I’d be two years late on getting my classroom.

It sucks to not know what to do.

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Chilsa’s been extremely cuddly since I got back…a bunch of time on my lap, curled up on the bed while I was in it last night…much more so than the kittens. Almost like he needs to catch up on the attention he didn’t get while I was gone. Maybe I should’ve gotten Teresa or someone to come over a few times and play with the sweet cuddly grey tabby. Or let Rianna use the place and the internet connection; Chilsa likes her since she found him.

I probably should’ve thought through, a little more, what to do about the cats while I was gone for so many days–I left food and water out, but I didn’t think about how we’re pretty sure that Chilsa was dumped, so he just might be worried, or the feline equivalent, about being abandoned again. This, I guess, is the case for getting a cat sitter for out-of-town trips.

Added Photos page.  Actual new photos to follow shortly.

Made the drive today…with shoes still wet, ugh. Now I have a grey cat on my lap once again, off and on, making it hard for me to type. And I’ve realized, well, that I seriously need to clean my apartment. Ugh.

No one got a game going…there don’t seem to be as many people around tonight, I guess. Oh well. Maybe I’ll get a decent amount of sleep, since I’ve got to drive out tomorrow.

Apparently, that’s something I don’t have–at least, not in the necessary amounts for whale watching. The site said it’s the right part of the year for it, and I think I found the highest possible place on the beach, but…I didn’t see anything. Probably because I kept digging around in the sand and playing with the dune grass. I think I got just the tiniest bit of a sunburn out of it, though…oh yeah, that’s not a good thing.

Then, on my way off the beach, I decided it’d be fun to see if I could go back and forth across this one shallow little river that runs down the beach to the ocean, without getting wet. Well, I got wet; now my shoes are all squooshy. And I have to wear those to drive in, back to Monmouth, tomorrow. I wish I’d brought my sandals.

I took a few more pictures; I think I’ll be able to finish off the roll tomorrow, one way or another. I wish I’d brought my camera, though–it’d be so much easier to rub people’s noses in the coolness of my spring break, that way.

I went here for the late morning/lunch hour-ish kind of time, today.  Tidepools are neat!  Pictures to follow as soon as I finish the roll, get them developed, scan them…ugh.  I really wish I hadn’t forgotten my camera!!!

While I was out at the beach, looking for a good sand dollar (which I didn’t find; I just don’t have the hang of it, I guess), I found something else instead…the plastic connecting rings off a six-pack. Sitting on the beach. Not even cut up or anything, and the people must’ve gone past a garbage can to leave the beach…best possible interpretation is that someone threw it away elsewhere and it washed up on the beach, but it was pretty far above the tideline, so that’s not that likely. I picked it up, ripped it up, and threw it away in the garbage.

I’m not going to say I’ve never forgotten to cut up 6-pack rings at home; I can’t think of a time when I didn’t do that, and I don’t even get 6-packs that often, but it could’ve happened. But at the beach…where you’re looking right at the big wet thing that animals swim in and get strangled by 6-pack rings in…it takes an extra special kind of stupid dillweed to leave stuff like that out, in that context.

Good news: My advisor took my work sample on the second try, it’s spring break, and I’m at the beach.

Bad news: I forgot my fricking camera.