a friend lost

Yesterday was surreal. Started the day by reading an email telling us our dear friend was gravely ill and ended the day toasting him in an Irish Pub in downtown Indy. Chuck Stringer was one of the most genuine and good hearted people I have known and he is missed so much already. One of our friends put it best when he said that this is the type of thing that isn't suppose to happen to our friends for another 40 years. But here we are.

and now back to our scheduled program

I am free of the doubt. Yes. It has passed, and it feels nice to not be sad most of the time. I started my paper today, and am actually positive about the outcome. I think it was divine inspiration, funny what a little prayer and a little time away from the dramaz with some good friends and a very accommodating husband can do for a girl.

I became determined this morning that this paper is going to be as interesting as possible, even though the subject matter is rather dry and detailed. There is no grand experiment, no major discovery... just review and maybe a little speculation here and there. My goal for this completing this projects involves me completing (at least in a rough manner) a section every two days. At first this seemed to be a little much, but now that I realize that each section should really be 2-3 pages of material, it seems to be an obtainable goal.

Go me.