We're M.I.

Dunno, actually . . . I've so gotten away from writing as a whole. Not just bloggin but poetry and love letters to MyLover. Songs . . . I haven't written in so long, it's almost frightening. I wish I could say that I knew the moment it began, and actually I do, but can't meaning won't . . .

So I am, now . . . writing, that is. Of course, Greek starts next week, so it'll be interesting the direction that my writing takes over the next month-and-a-half. Stuff just coincides . . .

I've got emails to return, and ooh that is QUITE the bit of crow to eat, although I'll be feeding it to myself. My people are amazingly understanding: they let me know that I've been lax, but then they also let me know that they understand why. However, their understandingness doesn't let me off the hook. On the contrary, it drives me to keep myself right there on that hook 'til I have paid them my debt of kindness.

So many interesting things happening lately . . . A 3.5 for my first semester of Seminary. Some might say that this isn't a 'real' grad school, but I dare your average business major to take a walk in some of MY homework, and we'll see who has the more challenging courseload. Almost anyone can 3R - repeat, recite, and regurgitate - but few are willing to delve deeply into their soul's matter and live within its spiritual constructs. It is fun, though - imagine, a career where I can pick my own bellybutton lint, examine it and that of others, and share the whole experience in front of a roomful of forty to four hundred of my bestest friends. Weehee!

Gonna turn forty soon, speakin of which. I like that, and I'm grateful for that. Got a sweet grrl, an awesome kid, and as much family as I allow myself to be open to. I'm fuckin tired right now, though, so syonara, sweet dreams, and caviar.

Cheers!