The next month promises to be a turbulent one. In one month's time I believe I'll be finished with my finals. Which means I should begin looking for a second job immediately. To avoid having to provide their employees health insurance, like many companies, they are shifting towards a part-time workers only format. I couldn't hope to get more than 30 hours, and that's simply not enough to live on. Not to downplay the final exams themselves and all of the work that lies between the end of the semester and right now. In a mere week I need to have a 20-minute presentation on an altarpiece, which is only the predecessor of the 15 page paper I have to write on the same work. Then there's the actual final for that class, the final for Logic (!) and German may also be tricky. Marine science likely won't get super studied for. In August I'll move again, and I plan to give myself adequate time to organize and pack. The summer is blissfully free of a lot of obligation.

Things seem to be going well for the people I care about, which brings no small amount of ambient joy. This season is too much like summer for my taste. Hopefully I only have a few Georgia summers left. Need to shake off the dirt of this town; twenty two years worth is enough.