Not much to post about. I went to Ann Arbor for Thanksigiving. Henry is incredibly adorable and a very good baby, so we had a lot of fun with him. He looks a little bit like a little Brendan clone, except he has Alex's eyes.
I'm basically in a long slog that doesn't end until the 12th, but then everything will be done and I can just hang out, finish up work at the Smithsonian, and make cookies.
Let's see - Bilbo is doing well, Matt is doing well. The job search is taking up a lot of time, but that happens. The Smithsonian job is pretty darn awesome, as I'm working in the castle right now.
I also went up to Ann Arbor to see baby Henry (sometimes called Hank), who is adorable. It's weird to see my brother talking about diapers and such, as I never thought he'd be the type. Alex seems to be a natural at the whole mom thing, which is great. Alex is very calm and steady, which is a good counterbalance to my brother's energetic nature.
Bilbo had to have his molars on one side all pulled. I don't know what happened at the shelter but the teeth on one side were all in bad shape. However, he's already eating fine, and we got him to take his medicine okay. Tt did cost quite a lot, though, so I'm kind of miffed the shelter downplayed it (his medical form said "mild gingivitis."). Still, he's a totally sweet and cuddly cat (he has claws but he has never even tried to scratch one of us) and it's not his fault he has bad teeth.
Matt and I adopted a cat from a shelter. He's six years old and is a smallish orange tabby. We decided to call him "Bilbo" mostly because he runs and hides every time he hears a strange noise. He's very well behaved - cuddly when he wants to be but mostly keeps to himself.
I just watched the 2011 adaptation of Jane Eyre and was mostly impressed. The filmmakers didn't steer away with how dark and dysfunctional the relationship is, the disproportionate power, how much older Rochester is than Jane, just how messed up that scene is where he basically threatens her, and my favorite, that whole nasty bit with her cousins, which usually gets eliminated entirely from film adaptations.
Jane Eyre is definitely not a love story. Although I'm honestly not sure Charlotte Bronte knew that. I always had to wonder about her - while Wuthering Heights (which I just can't stand) and Tenant of Wildfell Hall (which I am very fond of) aren't exactly uppers, there isn't the degree of depression that comes across in Jane Eyre and especially Villette (understandable considering when it was written).