Kickin' it

So the Ames kicked me around the studio again today. I almost cried - it just feels so insurmountable. But now I'm home and I can barely lift my arms to the keyboard - a sign that I did something today.

I'm finding myself swirling above the drain of despair again these days. Part of me just doesn't want to fight it anymore. It's just so draining to fight for the will to be.

Fr. Jonah will be here in three weeks. I know I will be enriched with his visit - even if it's just getting to hear that beautiful laugh of his. I so experience God in Fr. Jonah's life and I can't wait for another dose.

In the now

Giggles are easily induced when the wee Sir Puffins tries to catch the cursor on the screen.

Especially after the long-slogged-over homework has been properly saved and closed and his keyboard trampling is inconsequential.

Three more weeks and it's on to break.

I'll be writing my capstone in winter quarter. God help me, I have no idea what awaits me come January third. I shan't stress about it until then but in reality, the curiosity of what the process will be is going to start itching kinda quick-like.

But oh well. I need to log some z's before the long day that is tomorrow - or rather the long day that is already an hour past its start. (Gah.)

Sweet, glorious rain

It falls all around, delighting my heart and making me wish I'd called in with a convincing cough.

This rain is beautiful.

Thanks for showing up, November!