Where we were...

Tuesday night in Collegeville, and it has to be time now for my first, well, second listen of this winter season to Tom Waits' "Christmas Card from a Hooker I Know in Minneapolis." Maybe premature, but that's a chance I'm willing to take. But really, where were we? It's been a long time since I've last written, but not a lot has changed. The world continues to spin despite dire predictions otherwise. Certainly, though, that doesn't mean it's always going to, but so it goes. Back to Collegeville on a surprisingly mild November night. Only a fraction of last year's snowfall covers the ground, but when it fell from its celestial heights, it brought some interesting thoughts with it-thoughts of finals, of applications, of letters, of women, of the boys, and mainly questions-questions! The plague of uncertainty grips us all, well, not all. A few lucky souls have it figure out while the rest of us seem to desperately cling to whatever seems steady, whatever has the semblance of solidity. Not to fret, though. Not to fret at all. It's in adversity and challenge that we find our selves, and dear god I'm hoping that finding myself doesn't involve moving back in with the parents, and I have a feeling I won't, and more importantly, my gut feelings are usually right. Perhaps I've watched too many sitcoms, but I just can't help but imagine-maybe hope-that we all end up being wildly successful.

Cheers-

C