This is what I have done since then:
- Mediated between my parents' big bruiser of a cat and the neighbours' slightly smaller, but far more tenatious cat. This involves a lot of swearing, and depending on the weather sometimes a lot of clothes must come on. Then it is to locate them; this part is fairly easy as there is a lot of noise. Then to locate a rake or a shovel and try to intimidate the intruder into leaving. (My size is apparently not enough. Neither is clapping hands. And no; I never acctually touch the cat with the tool in question.)
- Sitting on the commuter bus to Oslo. Again, And again.
- Made less then awsome xmas cakes.
- Broke my foot just as last summer's heatwave hit Oslo and spent two weeks on the sofa, in 30 deg C, bored to tears. (Good thing: no cast. That would have been horrible. As it was I was just sweaty, grumpy and exhausted. Imagine ichy on top of that...)
- Started studying clinical nutrition. There is one exam per semester, so I survive. Not very elegantly: exam prep involves tears, desperation, vomiting and insomnia. But then it is done. No 5-exams-in-two-weeks bullshit. Since it is a five year masters, I'll graduate before turning 40. Go me!
- Completed pepper panic saga.
- Discovered grunge/alt rock 20 years after the fact. What was I listening to in the nineties? I remember Enya, Boheme and Enigma. Lots of classical music and that my friends loved Blur and Smashing Pumpkins.
- become hooked on one-note lists.
- done laundry
- eaten lots of chocolate chip cookies