Dreary, rainy, cold, sick day

I think my body was just waiting until after the election to get sick. It's just a regular old winter head cold, but, man, it's no fun.

I can't believe there's only one month of school left. This semester has flown by! Right now my main focus is just the weekly busyness of policy and soc. syst & prob. (it's so fun to abbreviate to the point where you're almost incomprehensible!), the stats notebook due Thursday and internship stuff due a week from today. Internship isn't actually due then, but I would like to have it all wrapped up by then just for the sake of my own sanity.

I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving! I'm taking Thanksgiving off, which means I'll probably work Christmas, but that's cool.

I got a 7 page letter from U. Fred Saturday. The business world better start fortifying itself now. Once he get's out, there will be no stopping him. He has such definite plans for after prison, he almost has his degree, we write him great recommendation letters...what's the deal with the Texas parole board?!

Howdy hey!

I'm taking the Comp II advanced standing test Thursday at 11. Everybody pray for me!

I've been at school almost all day working on the paper that is my Perspectives final. I'm almost onto the 4th page (limit is 10 pages) and I've only done the first two points out of 6 total. I think I'll write it and then do some serious editing. However, points 2 and 3 are the largest so maybe it'll be just fine.

There's a concert by the jazz band tonight that I really want to go to (I've only gotten to hear them play at basketball games, which doesn't really count) and I'm trying to decide if I should just go ahead and stay here or go home and then come back. I should probably check the time of the concert and call home to see what they're up to.

Speaking of music, Mama got the Josh Groban's new CD, Noel, for her birthday. His voice is so beautiful it actually makes Little Drummer Boy and Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire sound good.

Dad has this week off. He's doing his usual working vacation. This time he's re-roofing his tool shed, while recovering from a head cold. Superdad, that's him.

I had a blast Saturday at Chloe Cobb's birthday party. I have such awesome friends.

Oh, and I get to see more awesome friends this weekend when we have a birthday party for Mama, Naomi, and Stirling.

Chera, can I call you Sunday between 5 and 8? This might end up getting cancelled as we both hurdle towards finals and realize how desperately busy we are, but we can still try.

Uncle Fred was denied parole again. This is the second time and he won't be eligable again for another 3 years, at which point he would have been in jail for 13 years. I really think prison is only making him harder and prouder, not to mention the danger he's in because he is not a member of any gang and is much older than the average inmate. Please be praying for him.

This picture needs a lovely poem about God's stairway or Jacob's ladder or something along those lines to go with it. Any submissions?