Baby (Not Quite A) Roo!

Here's the cutest thing I have from Cowan:


Baby wallaby, actually, but it's related to kangaroos. (They're all macropods--big feet.)
The little 'un isn't old enough to be hopping around on his own, but the mother is being examined for a health checkup, so little baby is hanging out with one of the keepers. I mean, hanging in.

Poor choice of name

While bussing back to campus, I saw this:

Blurry image (taken from a bus from across the street, at dusk, etc.),
but the sign definitely says "Hannibal" and it's definitely a restaurant.
Bad. Idea.
Even if it's Hannibal-who-invaded-Italy, it's going to evoke Hannibal-of-"Silence of the Lambs"-Fame.

Room Collage

It's a small room, but it's plenty big enough for me. Bathroom/showers are one door down from me. (The set-up is sort of like Willard Hall.)

For the most part, my material self has settled into the space. There are designated niches for things (chainmail, electronics, food, meds, etc all have their place), and I still have plenty of space to move around in.
My biggest problem is my two large luggage items. They won't fit in the upper cabinet (where my final luggage is lurking), and I don't have anywhere to put them that's out of the way.

So... creative improvisation. One acts as bed-side table/storage chest. One acts as the temporary holding bay for laundry.
Incidentally, they don't believe in sheets of fabric softener here. Bah.