The clock ticks while I talk.

I need to go to sleep, so this will be short.

The ever exciting and ever exhausting schedule begins. It's what we call class-- the kind we attend. The other kind of class is desirable... but a topic for a different post.

I want to see a sunrise before the first snowfall. I also want to go skydiving.

Life is back to normal... which is kind of the opposite of normal for a normal person. What IS normal? Don't answer that question. I don't care.

I will be gathering in a 1-story brown building tomorrow. It's traditionally called church. That's what I call it too.

The contraption with 4 wheels and a handful of cylinders is running well. It has not died in the middle of an intersection in over a week. I definitely appreciate that.

I must go brush my fangs and retire.