Ursula!

We got her! Her name is Ursula because she looks like a little bear. She is solid black, on the small side, and doesn't have a tail. She is really sweet, and she seems to be settling in... except....

Murphy is not content to let her run around. He insists on cornering her and barking at her. It is going to take a while to get these two to the point where they can be in the same room.

Me and Greg? Well, it exploded and nothing was done to fix the mess. Mostly, he doesn't think there is a mess, and me? Well, I think there is a mess, but I can't clean it alone if I'm the only one who sees something. I'm not sure what to do, and I'm not sure getting a cat was the smartest decision.

I was supposed to be observed last week, Wednesday to be specific. I planned and planned, but in the end, the woman who was supposed to observe me didn't show up. She sent an email later saying that something had come up, and now I am preparing again for her visit on Monday. Monday's lecture will be full from beginning to end as I attempt to cover all of Romanticism in one class. No problem, right?

The thing is, I totally know the material. I love the Romantics, but I just don't know if I am good at teaching them. I am pretty sure she is there for style and not necessarily content, but there is room for growth in both those departments. I will just prepare as best I can (again), and do it again on Monday.

It's another weekend of work, work, work. I am about to get in the shower, and then I think I am going to do some cleaning. There are little messes everywhere, and they are starting to bug me. Greg seems pretty determined to get some work done this weekend as well, and there is some that I can do. Truthfully, I am reserving a lot of it for tomorrow. I really could play on Saturday and not on Sunday, but if he wants to spread the agony into an entire weekend, then that is what we usually end up doing.

Will I ever end on a positive note again?