hi
I have gone to a far off place… a distant land where freedom does not exist. I’m taking a class for grad school. It’s 15 weeks worth of work all completed in a one-week intensive course. It’s only Tuesday, so I know better than to complain just yet. And, blessedly, I still managed to get 7 hours of sleep last night and finish all my readings and writings for the evening. Imagine 20 people, sitting in a big circle in a room, talking about race, class, and gender oppression, for eight hours. Multiplied by five. Yeah, it’s like being in therapy, only when I was in therapy it was just me and a mousy graying woman who didn’t seem to have much insight. Anyway, maybe after this class is done, I will finally start to feel some excitement about the wedding. Mike and I have talked about this…people keep asking if we’re excited. Basically, the wedding itself is a big party we’re throwing for everyone else. Not that it won’t be awesome, but it is work. Hopefully it will be a job well-done, but I’m not really excited per se. In anticipation, yes. Looking forward to it, yes. Happy about it, yes. Excited, not so much.