Yesterday, close to tearing out my hair over how to start that horrible essay thing (which is now finished... nonsense, but well-worded and finished), I was rescued from my spiral of despair by a little blonde Meow at the door. K^r saved me and took me to the 'Tobanical Gardens' (as she calls them). I took Olivia (the portable typewriter, my pride and joy) with me, and she brought her chaos chemistry (or whatever interesting combination she is currently studying). We flaked out on the eucalypt lawn and in between chatting, being menaced by birds and children, and listening to the band that was performing, I actually managed to churn out the rough draft in about two hours. Not to mention feeling insanely relaxed, considering the situation. I love the Tobanical Gardens! I intend to go there much more often that my prior rate of about once a year.