summer is so close

I can taste it.

Well, kind of.  The weather here has been and will continue to be crap -- outside it looks more like March than June.  All week my shoes and pantlegs have been soaked by the time I walk from Red Square to our car.

But we had our last day of classes today, and the last of my work will be turned in Tuesday.

I'm anticipating A) reading sheerly for enjoyment's sake, and B) getting a chance to put words together totally unattached to assigned work, having time to play with what I learned.

Against all odds, and thanks mainly to the power of my buddy Caffeine, I finished my spiritual autobiography piece in the wee morning hours.  (Years have passed since I experienced the delirium that is hitting the wall at 10 pm, downing a few more cups of coffee and pressing through another three hours, and I'm proud to know I'm still capable of it when necessary.)  The piece is still rough in places and no doubt will see tons of revisions over the months to come, but if any are interested and would like to provide feedback, send me an email and I'll shoot it on out to you.

It may be that the cover is out ahead of the quality of the actual piece -- but I like where the words are on their way to, and that's a hell of a good start.