Soggy, due to cleaning litter boxes. Cold, due to failing to turn on the heat when I came home. Cranky, due to my complete failure to get myself added into either Chemistry 1A or Statistics at Foothill this quarter. Ah, well. I have no patience when it comes to starting projects, and this one will take a minimum of two years (three is more likely).
State of other things in which I have interest: Work has reshuffled itself to 3pm-midnight, Wednesday-Sunday, which is acceptable. Palisades presented himself for extensive ear-rubbing when I got home, which made me feel vaguely human again. And Apple has presented me with two new functional Airports, which is spiffy, <mildly-sheepish>although it would be even better if I could find the second Airport's power supply. </mildly-sheepish>. House: dusty and neglected. Aural environment: delicious.