Daybook #7

Outside my window it's really not Autumn enough yet. Wherefore art thou, season of my heart?

I have been listening (between lectures on Hegel and political theory and Sigurd and Brynnhild) to Marc Streitenfeld's Robin Hood soundtrack. It's instrumental music that tells a story, and it yanks at my imagination and pulls me in.

I have been wearing whatever keeps me cool; away, deathly humidity!

I am thankful for interesting things yet to come.

I am pondering just why Words With Friends is so addictive. Also, how can I get more done in a day? And before you suggest that solutions to both ponderings may be linked, I hasten to assure you that I only play games during my breaks. Promise.

I am reading lots of little fluffy things in between meatier stuff, but also lots and lots of Icelandic sagas, and a Viking tale (not school-related) called Wolf Cry.

I am creating a really long to-do list.

I am hoping and praying for Japan.

I am looking forward to going to the movies with my folks tonight.

One of my favourite things, newly instituted, is cheeseburger date night with Ruth. One down, many to go, I hope.

A picture-thought I'm sharing is of this dude's latest work of art. It's sculpture, painting, and garden fusion. Cutting edge stuff.

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Conversations:

Lachlan -- I love that Crowder song, and I've been singing it pretty much since you posted the lyrics. It's a great one to hold onto.

HCH -- <3

Amanda -- I'm glad you were encouraged.

BushMaid -- it really is; it's been such a strengthening thing in my life.

Mitanika -- that definitely wins as the best surprise church happening ever. How cool! And such an awesome song.