La rentrée

Eska is not that pleased that I am back to the grind and less often home than I have been in recent months; her bad mood affects me more than it does her, however. To console myself and to annoy her, then, I thought I might stage a "Back to School" photo-shoot of sorts to capture her various reactions to my scholarly activities. Here, the first installment:


Too cool for school.



Too cool for school but going anyway to learn begrudgingly about important things that I will file in my file cabinet ... Le sigh ...

What's with this dress code? / Do I really have to do my homework?

Labour of Love

It's labour day weekend, which means a few things:

1) it's Eska's and my first anniversary! Hooray! The girl has actually stuck with me for a whole year. Who knew it was even possible?

2) Allllllll the crazies are out. All of them. All at once. We met I don't know how many on yesterday's walk. A whole table of hipsters at Rocket to Venus drinking out on the patio actually requested to caress her drunkenly for the better part of five minutes while I just stood there waiting.

Crazies.

3) We are looking for a new home again: I think one move per year is pretty reasonable and, so far, has proven to be healthy for our relationship. God forbid we should get too comfortable in any one place ... Thank the Lord for the small miracles that are crazy roommates and negligent landlords. What would we do without them?