garran | More dog; the sun

I am fairly convinced, by this point, that my dog is not possessed of the tempestuous spirit of a deposed star -- fairly, but not completely. He has the occasional strange and volatile agenda that seems to suggest it.

(Everyone else has decided to call him 'Bandit', which is a little too much a TV dog name for me to feel exactly comfortable with it. I usually just call him 'Dog', like Haplo. High and low allusion!

Andrew thought that we ought to name him 'Bear Cub (small)'.)

I spent last night away from home, on the couch-bed of a friend of Elise's, having dawdled too long watching Evangelion with the two of them to sensibly bus home. (I've now seen all of Eva except for the movies, just in case anyone has been dying to have some conversation with me that is actually a spoiler.) My hostess, whose name is Annalee, lives about a fifteen minute transit from Langara, and approaching from that near, in the surprising sunshine of this morning, made the whole school day seem somehow new and vivid.