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Done with finals.

Which is a good thing! I'm not really happy with the paper I turned in for my Latin class, but that's because it was an excellent first draft with minor edits, instead of an excellent final draft. I should've edited it more; I didn't; such is. I should still get an A in the class anyway, unless I have wildly overestimated my academic essay skills. (Which is possible, since it's been ages since I wrote anything of the sort.) And I'm sure I got at least a B on my Greek final, which means... I got at least a B in the class, I guess? (I'd have to not show up for the final to get a C, I think. But I need an A to get an A. Ah, percentages.) And the sight passage, while difficult, was really interesting. It makes me want to read Medea.

Not that I'm going to spend the break trying to translate Euripides' Medea all on my own, because, seriously, folks. Limits.

Anyway. I am dealing with other stuff. Transporting the spouse places, as he keeps getting foot injuries, poor man. Trying to get a dog. (So many dogs with so little information in the shelters. Augh.) Working out how to schedule my break enough that I don't fall into schedule-free despair. Plotting out my Latin work (more Caesar translation, for a nice relaxing bit of skill maintenance), my Greek work (a complete review of first year textbooks, again, to work on the fundamentals), my writing (I'd like to finish this silly novel before classes start), my exercise plans (climb things! walk a dog if a dog is acquired!), and the valiant attempt to Learn German.

Sigh. I don't want to learn German! Even if nice classics forums refer to its clauses as "Ciceronian." But apparently all classics students really must learn German--I heard this from my Latin prof in a kind sort of "You should already know this" way--so I might as well get started as soon as possible. Even if that does mean I don't get to work on French over the break like I'd hoped. Or brush up on my Spanish. Bah.

I need a better brain. This one isn't assimilating languages nearly fast enough.

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I am in serious danger of bringing home a dog soon.

Now. There are a lot of good reasons to get a dog. Someone to go on walks with! (I don't have to keep walking to the grocery store if I have a Reason to just go walking.) Companionship and cuddles! Slightly more protection against home burglary! Save a sad-eyed hound from a sad end! (The animal shelter does its best, but still euthanizes a lot of animals.) Keep the cats from getting too complacent!

And I don't think I'd be a terrible dog owner. I mean well, and I am surrounded by enough people who really know dogs that my friends would beat me over the head if I did anything terribly negligent. I mean to take the dog for walks twice a day, go through basic obedience training at the pet store, and buy proper equipment. Responsible stuff.

But...there are a lot of reasons not to get a dog. All that barfing. All that shedding. All that doggy smell everywhere. Occasional accidents in the house. Freaking out the cats. Other acts of minor (well, hopefully minor) destruction. Really and truly needing to take the dog on a walk twice a day, no matter the weather. More complicated pet-sitting arrangements. More vet bills and pet equipment expenses. Needing to refence portions of the back yard to be proof against a rather spry older German Shepherd.

...because. Uh. I did kinda meet this adorable eight-year-old shepherd mix at the shelter today. She loves curling up on couches, I gather, because she leapt onto every bench we passed and happily curled up beside someone there once given a chance. Her paperwork says she's house-trained, and good with cats and other dogs, and not too bad on the leash, and medium to low energy...

I don't know. Maybe I'm letting the whole OH MY GOD ADORABLE DOGGY thing sweep me away. Possibly I should be concentrating on academics instead of canines, y'know? But I admit I'm darn tempted.

ETA: I almost forgot. Picture! (I took many, but it's such a pain to move pictures from my phone to anywhere else.)