Seventeen great years. Seventeen years ago, I was sitting on the floor in my apartment, nursing a slight hangover, chain-smoking to calm my nerves, and watching the U.S. Open with several of my college buds, wondering whether I was really ready to walk down the aisle that evening and commit to marriage. Today, 17 years later, I can say it's one of the best decisions I ever made. God has been very kind to me, bringing me into partnership with such a wonderful partner. Happy Anniversary, Dy! I love you very much. And I thank you for loving me, even when I'm my most unlovable.
Yesterday's post. My mood is brighter today than it was yesterday. Our campus has been through a tough two weeks, and it's gotten to me. I'm going to take K-Jo's advice and try to get some rest this weekend. That should help. K-Jo is a former student who worked in the office before having the nerve to graduate last December. She was the music trivia champion here, wise beyond her years. She read yesterday's entry and wrote a nice, encouraging e-mail, which included this wonderful admonition: Things are bound to start looking up around campus and town, so as the late great (at least sometimes) TuPac says: Keep yo head up! (would be so much better in person when I could do my thug impression, but sometimes email's just gotta do!)
God, that brought a much-needed smile to my face. You'd have to know K-Jo and her thug impressions to understand. Thanks, K-Jo, for the encouragement and the chuckle. :-)