My journal's been living up to its title...

...and I'm not pleased with that.

Ithaca's been great.  This past weekend marked the Ithaca Festival, which was the first I'd ever attended.  Excellent food, intriguing arts, running into more people I know than I'd've thought possible.  The weather was glorious, and we ended the afternoon with a long walk to Purity Ice Cream.  The fruits of this journey were, by all measures practical, scientific, and philosophical, yummy.

Teaching's been going very well.  My first LSAT class came to a close last week, and my teaching was universally regarded as excellent.  (All ye Kapheads know what I mean.)  I'm about to hit my heavy teaching season: a Monday GMAT class, Tuesday and Wednesday LSAT classes, two tutees, and a Thursday night training.  It's gonna be hectic, but I'm getting paid by the hour now, and so I am well pleased.  Of course, it makes me less inclined to seek daytime, part-time work... which is not good.  My teaching and Nina's sudden and richly deserved plethora of well-paid research assistant/consultant gigs are awesome, but I should find a way to snag another 10-20 hours of income a week.

What'd be great would be finding said hours in a library.  For all my talk of becoming a library scientist, I'm no closer than I was when we moved.  Besides a couple of social interactions with former co-workers, my only contact with a library was finding out that the Tompkins County Public Library still had my account on file.  (Mainly due to unpaid late fines, but I digress.)  If I'm gonna pursue this thing, I need to bloody well get to it.  Sadly, that's not my strong suit.

In other news: the weather's warming up, Sam's proving more trustworthy when given run of the house than we'd expected, gaming has been awesome, we're finding time to go to the gym near every day, we're been converted to Firefly and reciprocated with Planetary, our niece is about to make her first foray into upstate New York (and into the presence of her soon-to-be-doting aunt and uncle!), and a couple of close friends have maintained their seemingly incomprehensible decision that Nina and I should be godparents to the son they're expecting in late summer.

God is great, life is kind.  I'll write again soon, y'all.