Dang, ants must have good memory

"Here we go" I thought to myself, as we came within view of the Cedarville water tower. "Back to this college thing again, I guess." We made more stops than usual, basically so I could get off of my rear for a while. It wasn't so bad. I mean, I'm sure if I was a cussing man, I'd have been cussing every so often, but hey, I made it, so I won't complain.

Of course, now I'm again seated, this time at my laptap, listening to good old Chicago ("Sitting cross-legged on the floor!!!! 25 or 6 to 4!!!!!) and taking a quick break from unpacking, ugh. What a great word. Ugh. Thanks, D, for reintroducing that to this blog. Unpacking from break is such a strange feeling, methinks. It's like I'm an ant after a lawn mower just took out my anthill. All this stuff everywhere, totally not in the right place, and I must rely on my horrible memory to get everything how it was when I left. Well, maybe it's just time for a room rearrangement. Ugh.

I'd appreciate your prayers for my backside. It's improving, but really won't be healed completely for about 7 more weeks. God is so good to me. The medical people here have been informed of my situation, and are gonna help me out whenever I need. Phew. I didn't wanna be the one explaining things to everyone. Well, maybe I said that too fast. I guess I'll be explaining to enough people as it is. Makes me wish I would just wear a sandwhich board on my chest that had all the info on it or something. Haha. No.......Ugh.

Well, here we go. Back to this college thing again, I guess.