A good day.

Today seems to be a good day. I believe this to be mainly because my research paper in English is due today, and I have finished it. Last minute, of course. I did it Saturday. But the blasted thing is done. And Blood (also known as Richard) gave me his old headphones, so I'm sitting here listening to "La Habanera", from the opera Carmen, and thoroughly enjoying the forty-five minutes or so until my next class. Stories won't be assigned until later this afternoon, and I didn't take any this weekend (because I had to do the paper), so I enjoy a rare moment of freedom.

My stomach is bothering me again, and I sort of wonder if I'll ever really feel up to par again. I do hope so. But if I have to be sick, I'm glad that at least today, I can be sick in a good mood. Once again, yesterday I didn't get up to the mountain to go take photos. But maybe I can do it today. I'm really holding out for golden hour - which is usually about an hour before sunset and an hour after sunrise. I've already missed one, I just hope to make the other.

Along another note... I am so sick of politics. I realize that it's important to make a good choice of a leader who will run our country - and I do intend to vote. But I'm so sick of all the power-plays, the political maneuverings, and the general hullabaloo that surrounds the election. P.S.... I can't stand John McCain's wife... But that has nothing to do with anything.

I went to church yesterday - like I usually do. And the message... I could swear it was just for me. It kinda stabbed me in the face... (for those of you who are not familiar with Anna terminology, that just means that it hit a little too close to home). I love mini-church and all, but I'm sort of considering not going on Thursday, because I'm totally not looking forward to discussing it. But maybe I'll just suck it up and go anyway...

I suddenly realize that I have nearly nothing else to talk about, since the rest of my life is involved in school and the Journal, and I have already discussed those. Except, for Angie and Angela... I'm so excited about babies! Really, really excited! And I'm trying to teach myself to knit sherpa hats, but once we know whether the babies are boys or girls, I want to knit them baby blankets.

Liking little bits of relief,
Anna Grace