I miss writing. I miss scifi. I miss Ike.

But?

God is cool. Life is good. Work is challenging.

And...

I'm growing: stronger, smarter, more physically fit, more emotionally enduring, more spiritually faithful, and...

more tired.

I probably know enough about horses to be hired as someone's personal farmhand/stablemaster. As long as they didn't need much. Do you think I could put myself through college that way? Or should I just stick with writing. Salary? Scholarships? Hmm...

Go to shower before Dr. Who. Will invade director's house. Woot.