the daily snivel
With December comes a time of year that I've always been of mixed feelings about. Not only is Christmas a bittersweet time for me (my birthday, and the anniversary of my father's death, both fall on the December 24th), but December also brings exams along in its chilly clutches.
Fortunately, this year I only have two exams -- unfortunately, those two exams happen to be tax law and evidence law. By no one's reckoning are these two going to be easy, and given that they're on the 10th and 12th respectively, time is running out for me to become an expert. Still, I can at least be thankful that my tax midterm (accounting for 40% of the final grade) came back with an A+ on it. In fact, it scares me a little that I did so well. This is tax law, after all. On the other hand, I guess I'd rather be eerily good at understanding the legal mechanics of calculating and regulating taxation than woefully incompetent. And hey, working out that capital cost allowance and dividend tax credit will sure come in handy when I'm doing next year's taxes, right?
Cough.
Meanwhile, my bedroom continues to be an unfortunate mecca for rodents, as I discovered at 6:30 am yesterday morning when my cat was tormenting a mouse it had cornered under my bed. I awoke to discover the poor, horrible little thing hiding in one of my shoes. In my attempt to rescue it, I tipped the mouse out of my shoe, at which point George took after it again, swatted it heavily several times, picked it up in his mouth and dropped it on the floor, and eventually left it stunned atop my (growing) laundry pile. I was then able to put the dazed mouse in a glass, whereupon it revived, ran up my arm, and was gently ushered back into the glass so that I could release the little thing outside. It was a frosty morning to be sure, and the mouse probably just ran back inside the house through whatever access point allowed it indoors in the first place, but at least now it has a fighting chance. If it comes back in here and still gets its little wretched self eaten by my ultra-proud-of-himself cat, then we know it was meant to be.
Comments:Fortunately, this year I only have two exams -- unfortunately, those two exams happen to be tax law and evidence law. By no one's reckoning are these two going to be easy, and given that they're on the 10th and 12th respectively, time is running out for me to become an expert. Still, I can at least be thankful that my tax midterm (accounting for 40% of the final grade) came back with an A+ on it. In fact, it scares me a little that I did so well. This is tax law, after all. On the other hand, I guess I'd rather be eerily good at understanding the legal mechanics of calculating and regulating taxation than woefully incompetent. And hey, working out that capital cost allowance and dividend tax credit will sure come in handy when I'm doing next year's taxes, right?
Cough.
Meanwhile, my bedroom continues to be an unfortunate mecca for rodents, as I discovered at 6:30 am yesterday morning when my cat was tormenting a mouse it had cornered under my bed. I awoke to discover the poor, horrible little thing hiding in one of my shoes. In my attempt to rescue it, I tipped the mouse out of my shoe, at which point George took after it again, swatted it heavily several times, picked it up in his mouth and dropped it on the floor, and eventually left it stunned atop my (growing) laundry pile. I was then able to put the dazed mouse in a glass, whereupon it revived, ran up my arm, and was gently ushered back into the glass so that I could release the little thing outside. It was a frosty morning to be sure, and the mouse probably just ran back inside the house through whatever access point allowed it indoors in the first place, but at least now it has a fighting chance. If it comes back in here and still gets its little wretched self eaten by my ultra-proud-of-himself cat, then we know it was meant to be.
