Yesterday was my first pro-sem meeting in which I and my fellow classmates gather to discuss how our internships are going and show video clips from our sessions that reveal our snags, successes, and topics of question and discussion. My first presentation will be on November 30th, so I have until then to find an agreeable family willing to be taped and given the extra attention that comes with being selected as a case study.
What was completely *evil* was that the commute to Seattle was 2½ hours. I suppose it was more evil because I was tired, and haven't endured traffic in many months. I do not regret giving myself 3 hours to arrive. The drive home was unpleasant as I ate something that cause my bag to rapidly fill up. I was so tired I resisted pulling off to find a clean, safe bathroom. I did have to stop for gas on the way home, and reached my point of absolute fah-tee-gue (fatigue) where I didn't care if my bag snapped off. I just wanted to get home and collapse into a deep 20 year sleep.
When Pooky arrived home just 10 minutes after I did, his stomach alarm went off. I wish feeding him was easy like the cats. Open can of tuna, shake out onto a plate. Watch kitties inhale tuna. Repeat in 24 hours. Now dearest Pooky has reasons why he can't be the cook—citing that I am finicky about the preparation of food and that he can't meet my exacting standards. I admit I have standards. I don't like burnt food, and I like food prepared in specified ways to maximize the ease and enjoyment of eating it.
But I think what it boils down to is that Pooky doesn't like making food. He likes eating food. I prefer making food and am only so-so about eating it. We compliment each other, unless I get so tired that I only want to dissolve into endless sleep.
What happened is that Pooky agreed to make us some canned and packaged soup. He did that while I tamed my abused bag. It was just what I needed as my stomach felt froo from the stuff I snacked on during pro-sem. We promptly went to bed after the Mets lost. Pooky was unhappy, but I was too tired to care.