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It seems like only a few days back I was looking at catalpas from the train, musing that they would be blooming soon, but not seeing any signs of budding. Today, walking to work, I noticed that the one of my street was already dropping blossoms. So I watched from the train and saw them blooming everywhere. How do things like this sneak up on me?

I was a total slug over the weekend, but I did get two daunting projects started: Scrubbing down my scary bathroom and planning the China trip with monshu. Next month will already be time to head to the consulate and apply for visas. GAA!! I have so much Chinese to learn before we leave unless I want to get totally pwned (or should I say "歐文ed"?) the first time I actually have to communicate with someone in Putonghua.

Another thing that snuck up on us was the Highland Games that we've been looking forward to since last year's Celtic Fest. Unfortunately, they're located inconveniently betwixt Metra lines, so our only possible route of approach (short of hijacking a vehicle along the driver to drive it) seems to be finding a cab in Hinsdale to take us the last three miles. Any tips on how to dress when you're a Mick-Kraut crossbreed like me?