Most Sincerely,

The culprit.Today's character was blatant in its polarity. One bit of good news, a few bits of bad. One step forward, two steps back. The good news, after following a bit of intuition concerning my school standing I made yet another phone call to the campus office and was informed that I could, in fact, register. This is in spite of previous information I had been given about the situation (which said I could not). I am the wee-est bit disenchanted with the way in which the communications are handled between student and administration, hopefully this will improve with time. Anyway hooray! I am now officially a college student once again. My courses for this quarter are Ethics and Statistics for Behavior and Natural Sciences. I am quite excited. 

I began dinner with spirits high-- jovial about my admittance to classes and optimistic about a new recipe I was trying out for dinner (vegan scalloped potatoes). In the midst of pre-dinner preparation Josh got home and I ask how his day was. It was not good. He had a bad evaluation. There is a vice-president who has it in for him and she's been spreading negative feedback around the school about his performance as a photographer. Very frustrating, unfair and unwarranted. This began to weigh on me as I finished up dinner.

Right before we sat down to dinner our pup, Barrett (pictured), vomited twice. We cleaned up the messes, cleaned up ourselves, and sat down to our meal. Throughout dinner Barrett continued to vomit. This dampened our appetites. We attended to him, holding him and comforting him as he continued to vomit. It was alarming how sudden the sickness came on. We looked through some information online, there are so many possible reasons for this reaction in pups... It doesn't help that he has a tendency to be a bit of a scavenger. All we could do was wait it out and make sure he stayed hydrated. The worry settled heavier still.

We had a movie to return, so I did that while Josh attended to the puppy. By the time I returned home Barrett seemed to be on the up swing. As I write he has yet to vomited again and is resting comfortably on our loveseat. I am thankful for this. As I reflect back on the evening it is amazing how quickly things can dilapitate. And in the midst of the trial at hand it seems as though there is no end in sight. But really, there will always be an end, and then a new beginning. And ultimately, the potatoes were delicious. They sit in the fridge and wait to be eaten under better circumstances.