Naughty puppy

This kitty came to greet me when I pulled into my parking lot at school. I can't
get a decent picture of him because he's too friendly and keeps coming up to me.

I'm getting worked over by the band president for quitting the board earlier this week.  He handles workplace mediation cases in his day job, and I guess he was all set to work his magic on me and He Who Must Not Be Named already, even before I quit.  The president sent me a link to a questionnaire to determine my work style, or something like that, and we're going to meet to discuss my results.  Also to discuss "some basic ground rules as well as how to respond when you feel something is inappropriate." 

I'm staying in a hotel room all weekend for the symphony concerts.  The symphony assigns hotel rooms, and they put me with a girl in the horn section.  I've had assigned hotel rooms for this type of gig before, and my roommate is usually a woman in her 40s who goes to bed early and, at some point during the weekend, suggests that we get really crazy and walk to the store for ice cream.  Imagine my surprise when my roommate walked in and she's MAYBE 22.  She's nice and everything, but she's looking at me like I'm about to ask her to go out for milkshakes.  Yep, I'm the old lady.

First thing she did was ask if she could turn on the TV.  She put on the show that, to me, represents all the very worst things about TV and American culture: Man vs. Food.  Then she turned on a podcast on her laptop--sound on!--and watched both at the same time.  I was totally amused, on one hand, but on the other, it's like sharing a hotel room with one of my students.

Over all, we're getting along fine.  When we're both in the room, we're both glued to our computers.  Oh--she talks in her sleep.  Most of the time I can't understand what she says, but once I distinctly heard her roll over and whisper, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"  Then she hummed a little song.