Welcome Hector!

I got tired of being the only living thing in my apartment, so I bought a tree frog. His name is Hector, and he has already munched on three crickets!

Teaching school is hard. I feel like I''ve been swimming the breast stroke. Difficult work followed by a gasp of breath, followed by difficult work followed by a gasp of breath, etc. The past couple of friday I've eaten out, passed out at 7:00pm from a calorie coma, wake up at 9:30pm watch a Movie from Blockbuster, go to bed, wake up at noon the next day. Then I watch show on the internet that I don't have time for, an get some reading done. Sunday is church, an afternoon of relaxation, and then more school work-grading, etc. For those of you who read this that were/are in forensics: It feels like three Creighton double ups, back to back, with a brief breather each evening. I like what I'm doing, but there isn't his intense joy. When I come home, I'm pooped. It would be nice if I had a regular job, so that I could just leave everything at work. And not have to do anything/ worry about he kids.