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Going in to work at 12:30 tomorrow, to attend a class until 9PM. This is the major class I've got to take and then learn to teach. I'm trying to not let The Ogre's stress level affect me, but it does, when he's around, so my mind swerves wildly back and forth between "we have plenty of time" to "how in the hell is all this going to get done?!?" (I don't want anyone to think I hate him, we actually get along okay, but he just chose this nick for himself this evening when he introduced himself to Hawk today in the store down the street; "I'm The Ogre." And it's shorter than 'sorta-but-not-really-my-boss.')

Eor got me out to the woods to go rock climbing for three days in a row, over the weekend. :) The dappled sunlight and cool air, and an excuse to focus our minds on something physical; it was exactly what we needed just then. He claims it's been almost 18 years since we used to climb, but it all comes right back so quickly, and I seem less afraid now than ever. NOT that I'm ever not going to be afraid of heights, mind you - I'm so terrified of heights that I get nauseous watching a movie where someone stands near the edge of something high. And I don't expect to ever have the upper body and finger strength needed to be a good climber. But it's something to do to get us out. :)