Working on a last (special) issue of The Lawrentian tonight. One essay left to write, two tests left to take. The year winds down. I could—but won't—be done on Monday.
I'm looking forward to going home, actually. Every now and then I play the song "Brainerd, Minnesota" and think about what I'm going to do:
Nothing exciting. I'll work, I'll read, I'll write, I'll fix my laptop and van, I'll watch dozens of movies.
I won't do anything at all, really.
Wow, it'll be boring. But I know that, for the first few weeks or so, I'll enjoy being home.
My seven lofty goals for this summer:
1. Fix laptop
2. Write five chapters for a novel
3. Email "dropped" friends
4. Restore bank accounts to pre-Germany levels
5. Read 1 book a week, or 14 books
6. Acquire "northwoods" skills
7. Learn php web language
And there's some fun stuff that I'll actually do, too.