I'd contemplated riding my bike back up to campus, but I feel like I've been kicked in the gut repeatedly, so I'll drive, and try to find a two-hour spot, and if I can't, I'll just pay for the parking. It's worth the couple bucks today to not have to bike back up to campus when I still feel like crap on a stick.
1. I went to feed her, and then went to take a bath, then went back to check on her... and the cage was open. Talk about ice in your veins. I had a loud freaking out for about 15 seconds, and then spotted her and mostly chilled out. I got the cats kicked out of the office and then spent a good 10 minutes trying to catch the little twerp, because she does not like me and catching a hamster who does not like you is apparently akin to catching a greased eel. (Hamsters, my friends, are fast). I got her caught, and back in her cage, and am rather proud of my kittens for not going after her (and am glad Lucy has enough sense to hide behind furniture that they can't get behind), and am checking her cage, oh, about 1212234 times a day.