One more calculus test that the instructor is trying to make as easy as possible for us, and one more chemistry class—the final for that is next week. Not expecting any problems.

Then the summer off to try to figure out if I want to keep going with classes. I tell people I'm taking them because I'm supposed to be a science fiction writer and I don't remember my science, but hell. This stuff is fun. I like it. And I regret not sticking with it in school.

On the other hand, I've written pretty much zilch for many moons now. I'm getting minimal support from the other half. I have three cats who must be kept in the manner to which they've become accustomed. And I've got a mortgage.

So, what to do, what to do. My problem is I have more than one bliss and I want to follow them all.