Boundary Islet, etc.

That paper, that thorn-in-my-own-flesh history paper, has been submitted, and I’ve resolved never to take another class again. I guess this means I won’t be earning any more degrees, apart from my philosophy doctorate. Very well.

On Boundary Islet, Tasmania has a land border with Victoria. (Every day that I don’t busy myself with coursework, I learn something new.)

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Recent wedding arrivals: Ana, my dad, and my mom. Of course, more are expected.

Mary’s birthday was yesterday. It wasn’t a fun day for her. She was painfully sick.