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Tired...

The fatigue of moving and too much going on at work has worn me down. Luckily, it's a three-day weekend, and I have tomorrow off. During the last three-day weekend, our school garden was badly vandalized; it was especially painful that a few of the fruit trees we planted in November were destroyed or very badly damaged. This--combined with getting used to a new living situation--made last week the most challenging of my working life. Fortunately, some of the staff members and many of the students provided needed support, and by Friday, I felt better than I had in weeks.

The new living situation has had its' ups and downs, but seems like it will work out. I've had respiratory problems--already bad because of the cat at my old place--probably from the new carpet. The 'off-gassing' I have learned from internet searches, is the release of nasty chemicals from a new carpet. How wonderful. Luckily, the smell fades, I've put in a lot of work cleaning the house, and the surrounding area is becoming more familiar. After a few restless nights, I'm sleeping like a rock. This area is full of all kinds of city noises: subwoofers in passing cars, barking dogs, children playing, sirens in the distance, BART, the neighbors' music. It's not the kind of area to take a stroll around late at night--even the next block over has a more, shall we say, gritty feel to it. But it's where I'll be for the next half-year before I head to Central America and Mexico late next Fall.

Unfortunately, I haven't had any more time to take pictures around the area...I'll save that for the coming weeks. Stay posted!

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