But I'm determined not to become a recluse. Thursday night I went out to say goodbye to The Brazilian Dancer, a co-worker I have known for several years. This is her below, and as a disclaimer I did not take this photo:

She is a fearless, extremely competent nurse, upbeat, funny and one of the best dancers I know. Unfortunately, just as I arrive back in the Bay area she takes off for Brazil for a month, but she'll be back. Joining me was LaMexicana and her sister and sister's boyfriend. It made for a fun evening. I had my first sake bomb. Hit the sack close to midnight. Genetics quiz 8:30 am. Who needs sleep? (Oh yeah, Melissa thinks it is important and there have been some interesting studies on it in the news recently...)
Saturday morning before I sat down to study, I took a few hours to go downtown and check out the San Jose Tapestry Arts Festival. I've lived in San Jose for seven years now and have never been, though I know lots of people who have and loved it. Since I have a feeling this may be my last year in San Jose I want to see everything local that I can. Also, since the San Jose State campus is downtown I have gotten more acquainted and interested in the goings-on there in the past week than in the entire preceding seven years.
The festival was OK. It is primarily a bunch of art vendors, and since I had no intention of buying anything I just looked. I liked the photography the best.
Then it's back to the books.
For breaks, I've done some cooking. I sauteed enough farmer's market vegetables to leave a plate for Dr. Cool in the fridge. I also got gifted a starter mix for Amish friendship bread by the head nurse at the adjacent specialty hospital (we took nursing classes together back in 2002/2003, kind of cool). How many recipes have ten days of instructions, where mostly you just "mush the bag"-- now that is my kind of cooking!
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his dogs are too sweet...
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