We visited two apartments in our top two apartment complexes today. We just walked there since they are a few blocks across the street from A&M. I definitely fell for the first one and liked the second one better than our current apartment. I am filling out the paperwork for the pre-lease this afternoon--if only we could move in tomorrow!

Here is a picture of the kitchen.


We will probably not find out until June whether or not there will be an open unit. Many of Katie's fingernails will be in jeapordy as she and David nervously await a phone call. I'm already thinking about room layouts and the design portfolio.

*KatieW*

I haven't felt like writing lately. I feel very uninteresting.

Last week I discovered that Rice University in Houston (1-1/2 hours away) has a grad program with specializations in Dickens. This, combined with coming off of a nice vacation in San Antonio with David, made me really resent being back at work. I don't exactly hate my job like I did the last one, but I hate (1) the drama in an office of women and (2) being belittled by the head of the department. He seriously talks to me like I'm his eight-year-old daughter sometimes.

That made last week hard.

I am about halfway through Middlemarch and still enjoying it (though still not as much as Dickens). She does get in some delightful pokes at the cultural attitudes toward women, though. Eliot was a pretty independent thinker for her time. I do keep reading in satire where there is none, though, as my Dickens-perception is still a bit too sharp.

My new addiction, as the weather cools down to the high-sixties/low-seventies, is baked oatmeal. It takes five minutes to mix up and then sits in the refrigerator all night, then you stick in the oven the next morning. I made one batch with apples and one with blueberries. We are quite pleased.

*KatieW*

"The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring."
-Oscar Wilde

*KatieW*