The energy to read something completely unrelated to my school work long past midnight.
Small discoveries that I should have learned in undergraduate (probably did learn them, but they got lost in the shuffle): Twelfth Night refers (duh, Courtney) to the Feast of Epiphany, which makes sense considering the play’s trumpeting of “truth” and “discovery”… and it’s the calendar twin to A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Shakespeare’s summer solstice play. Embrace the Englishy geekery.
An iPhone (gasp!) coming in the mail (and the final moments of having a of phone of a simpler persuasion). Still nixing internet access at home, but no more missed meetings because “I didn’t get the memo.”
The advice section of The Chronicle of Higher Education — those folks can relate.
Blooming flowers in the backyard that were overlooked by the happy trampling of the pups.
The promise of evenings together when the fall semester begins. That means we’ll eat dinner at our dinner table. Every night. Yes.
Why are we eating dinner together starting in August? Because BJ was finally accepted to the PhD program and will work a 9-5 shift rather than an evening shift, which means I’m also thankful for this…
A husband who toiled away at graduate school for six years before earning his PhD acceptance letter. And not once did he complain.
The beginning of Lent. No “giving things up” this year. I want to take something on, something to make me more sensitive to the signs around me. And the preparations begin…