Back to the Homeland.

John and I are catching the flight home tomorrow, and naturally, I'm kind of not looking forward to it. Going back to a life, filled with greater levels of stress and anxiety than I have experienced the past week, somehow causes great pain in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I just expecting the eventual work-overload that will inevitably befall me in the closing months of the semester. For now though, I will live in the moment, anticipating the great joy of airport. I can only guess how many mixed passages I will read while leaning over strangers shoulders. Forecast for tomorrow: a blend of economic newspapers, dishy magazines, and the elusive, ever popular, romance fantasy.

A Side Note for the Week

I'm still out in California. I spent the last four days hiking the trails with John and revitalizing my spirit with the salty breeze. Yesterday, I received a call from my brother, Septimus, urging me to leave the hiking trails for the last few days of break and coming up to Seattle to visit. With strong persistence and the ever eager John on his side, Sep got his way and tomorrow we'll be catching a flight north to stay with my brothers for a few days. Hopefully everything goes well and maybe, if I'm lucky, it'll be nice enough to hit some of the northern trails.

Why life isn't such a bummer: Waking up early, the fruits of baking labor, and a hike in northern California.

For the first time, since the beginning of the school year, I am ahead of schedule. I have finished my work in the laboratory, outlined all my references, and in a whole have finished working on the research I have devoted my soul and being to for the past 12 months. It feels great. I was able to sleep in this morning. Albeit that I only woke up 30 minutes later than I would have typically, it still felt great to wake up in a state of being where I didn't have to rush and fumble to make myself feel more up to living.

I kicked it all off with a big bowl of fruit this morning, after which I indulged myself in the fine art making puffed pastry treats. I haven't had the opportunity to bake much lately, besides the rather unappealing custard tarts I burnt beyond recognition sometime last month (which was a devastating first for me having never burnt so much as a cookie in my life). I pulled myself out of the pit of baking despair, however, to produce some beautiful berry filled turnover treats. I was actually riding such a buzz that I also, to John's surprise and pleasure upon arriving home, made some delicious strudel.

Anyways, if I manage to keep up with life, the blog revival might occur. For now, spring break has arrived and I'm off to northern California to go hiking in the ocean side hills. Woot?