24 hours

I have twenty four hours and two minutes before Bonnie picks us up to go to the airport.

I miss the kitties already; they're being all cutesy this morning.

Next time, I'm thinking of a) finding a place that allows pets and b) driving down so that they can come with us. I know, I know... but I'm thinking of it...

24 hours. Gah!

And also, I think I shocked a couple of my neighbors -- normally I'm gone for work by 6am, but this morning I was able to drop off Mark. When I drop him off Sunday and Saturday mornings, there's no one around, so I just throw on a tshirt and jeans and say screw the bra...

y'know, there be a lot more people up and about on the grounds of this place and in the hallways at 8am than there are at 6am... and I think the majority of them were staring at the boobs ala freedom... heh

yep, my coworkers at the other campus weren't far off calling me 'hippiechick' i suppose...

now to do laundry.. wonder how many other coinhabitants I can surprise this morning... tralala...