strange dreams and sundays

It's already Sunday April 9th. That means I have nineteen days left until I absolutely have to go home. Where has all the time gone?

Yesterday was pretty wonderful. I got up early to get bagels and take Mattison to his race at Western. It was a really nice day and I enjoyed seeing/ meeting all of the team. It went off pretty well, there were some crashes, but Scott took first in A's and everyone else did well. I think there were three top tens in B's. Mattison did well in his first A race, a long one (82 miles) through lots of wind. They're doing a shorter one today at Western. I took lots of pictures and chatted with the spectators, mostly parents and grandparents.

Came back to AA with grand ambitions of finishing work, but ended up eating dinner with Brett, playing raquetball (which is awesome), and watching undeclared with Colin and some of their friends. Good times. I start housesitting today so I'll be able to get some yummy groceries, unfortunately their oven is broke, which limits my cooking possibilities. I do have a lot of work to do today, finish the Tempest, lots and lots and lots of Latin, and finishing my Michelangelo rough draft. Double poop scoop.

But it's nice out and I don't feel like I have a whole lot to worry about right now. I've got my friends, two jobs lined up for the summer, the best mom ever, a car that works (mostly), and a most handsome boyfriend. Oh, and good music. Lots of really good music. I'm addicted to the Go! team's Bottle Rocket, I heart Band of Horses, Jenny Lewis' voice is addicting, and I'm still hopelessly devoted to Broken Social Scene. It's a way to feel good.

And the insanely expensive nosespray I bought actually has been helping. Woohoo!