Observations and reflections of everyday life. Cardboard Boxes, Bottle Caps, and Cats. Beth, just being me. Almost two years ago ago I held Annie and Romeo on my lap for the last time and said a tearful, difficult, but humane farewell to each of them. For a variety of reasons I swore up and down that I would never.

Making sense of a census. Wednesday awoke in Montero, Bolivia, and yet nothing moved. The boisterous city that had offered bustling markets, teeming restaurants, and an abundance of little shops the day before was silent, the sunny streets empty of cars and people. This sort of development blows my mind. I think about the sequencing of develoment in Europe, from the Roman aqueducts to John Snow and his cholera-water connection, it makes sense to my .

Often, the rest of the day was not spent studying. I received my final grades, and have happily passed my classes with satisfactory marks.