I never thought I'd be blasé about bald eagles, but they're honestly the second easiest bird to find around here. They wheel over the bay all day, presumably fishing, though I haven't seen one drop to the water yet. I may go hang out down at the docks when it's nicer out and try to get at least a decent picture of one.
My alarm clock is my cell phone which, thanks to Jeremy, wakes me up with a few bars of "Feels So Good." I was thinking about using something from Rebirth, but that seemed a little too brash to count as courteous to the roommate. Speaking of which, he did get here and is a nice guy. However, a couple of guys apparently chickened out, and there's now enough space on the guys' floor that we can each have our own bedrooms, so he'll be departing today sometime for a room down the hall. That means that the next time one of you forgets the 4 hour time difference, you'll only be waking me up.
Anyway, much work was done, then dinner, then we took a bus to Juneau to grab a few drinks at a bar called The Alaskan. It was actually a prospectors' bar during the 19th century gold rush, and they certainly have kept the vibe as intact as possible. Think: old west meets the pacific. We took a rather harrowing cab ride back to the university and caught some well earned sleep.