Manicures

I am a nail biter. Or rather a full-out nail torturer: I don’t exclusively bite, I also pick at them, and chew them, and from time to time even boringly clip them. Due to genetics my nails are really soft and grow very fast, so the proof often disappears within the week. Because I mostly do it when nervous, in theory you could tell whether I’d just had an exam or something of the kind by looking at my fingers.

I don’t have an exam the coming week, just so you know (although I really should get started on signal processing & noise reduction, which is a STUPID subject), but I’m fearing for my nails anyway…

Okay. Here it is. I’m throwing it out into cyber space so I can’t chicken out now!

I’ll be staying at the Priory of the Dominican Sisters of St. Joseph for a week, this June. And I’m scared. But I’ve been playing safe with the whole vocation thing for over two years now (only visiting places I was as good as sure I wouldn’t go)… and it’s time to play with FIRE! (Oh, such a bad pun if you get it…) I first wrote to the Sisters over a year ago and later neatly managed to “forget” all about it… but now I’m going.

Oh, and later during the holidays (ha! as if, since I’ll be studying through two thirds of them at minimum, which is if I don’t get a mini-job babysitting someone’s setup while they are away), my big sister and I will also be visiting the Isle of Wight’s Cecilia’s Abbey, because we hear they rule in impossibly many ways. And we like that, yesh.