I just realized that yesterday was my one year anniversary w/ Vox. My first post questioned what this blog was to become about and I think I may still be figuring that out. But I enjoy using it so I suppose that is all that matters.
In other news, I flew down to Florida this morning. And I was probably the least anxious that I've been on a flight in a really long time. The weather looks pretty nice the rest of the week, so I'm looking forward to getting some sun and reading some books. And I suppose I should write that pesky seminar paper that was due in December.
Gatsby did really well today – he was quiet the whole flight. And he was really popular – I think every person at Detroit Metro wanted to say hi to him. He is currently hiding under the bed. We're having a little trouble coaxing him out, but I'm sure he'll get used to it. The day we first brought him home, he hid on a kitchen chair for two day. We thought we had bought a defective cat but then he turned out to be the best cat ever. So I'm not too worried about him yet.