artifactrix: A ginger cat which bears an uncanny resemblance to a muffin. (muffincat)
...but the weather outside's delightful.  I may still be chipping away at my studying at ten past midnight on my first day of exams, but the Finals Week Snow is right on schedule, falling in fluffy white flakes after two weeks of unseasonably high temperatures.  In addition to being downright picturesque and a general balm to my soul, this bodes well for opening day at Bolton (this coming Saturday, postponed from yesterday due to insufficient snowfall).
artifactrix: A ginger cat which bears an uncanny resemblance to a muffin. (muffincat)
While walking back from crepes, The Boy and I observed a llama, or possibly an alpaca, being taken for walkies. Downtown, by the classy lakefront apartments. You know, as one does, when one's llama-or-alpaca needs to go for walkies.

The human on the other end of the leash then proceeded to put the llama into the passenger cabin of a minivan. As one does, when one must transport one's llama, but does not possess or have the wherewithal to parallel park a trailer.

At this point, The Boy and I were staring alternately at each other and at the llamavan, just to confirm that yes, this was a thing that was actually happening, as opposed to, say, a new and interesting side effect of too much coffee or not enough sleep. As far as we could tell, this was really an actualfax walkies-going, minivan-riding llama.

We were walking up the street on which the llamavan was parked, and although several vehicles passed us as we continued along our way, the llamavan was not one of them. As far as I can tell, the person left the llama in the car with the windows cracked while she ran some errands or got coffee or something. As one does, when one has taken one's llama for a walk downtown on a brisk December morning, and finds oneself in need of a bracing drink or some quick shopping.

Now, I have seen llamas taken for walkies before. That's not a new thing. There's a petting zoo in my home town, and llamas need their exercise. But in a city*? That you must have driven to, because no way you're allowed to keep a llama in one of those apartments? Really?

*Burlington only gets called a city because Vermont doesn't know what cities are. The UVM campus is the single most densely populated area in the entire state.
artifactrix: My pseud, written on graph paper. (studying)
Oh, there's the Finals Week Snow. Lots nicer to look at-- and walk around in-- than freezing rain and mud. Much better.
artifactrix: My pseud, written on graph paper. (studying)
Linear algebra this morning; went pretty well, all things considered.

Just admitted defeat and emailed my final paper for Path. Sci. Not great, or even very good, but it'll have to do, because I am done.

Squelching off through the freezing muck now to take the Statics final (Now with totally new format and 100% less time!).

Tomorrow, Physics. Thursday, Thermo. Friday, home!

ETA: Pwned by Statics. Fuuuuuuck. On to Physics.
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Taken this morning on my way to work. Note the tulips in full bloom. Yesterday it was shorts-and-tee-shirt weather.

Dear Vermont,

Please pick a season and stick with it.


artifactrix: My pseud, written on graph paper. (slightly mad)
I was promised that Vermont is the Frozen North, but so far the threatened Heap Big Pile of Snow By Thanksgiving has failed to materialize. We've had some intermittent wintry mix and the odd flurry, but nothing that stuck. Today, it is actually snowing, and I am naively enthused by this development.

Just what I needed to lift the feeling of free-floating crazy and impending doom as we enter Finals.

...If I keep grinning like this, surely my workload will notice and adjust until it is commensurate with my good mood.


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