Penn has felt like a non-stop out-of-control train for much of this fall. But for the next two weeks or so, I get a bit of a breather. I’m trying to use the time wisely – I’m sleeping a lot, prioritizing my workouts while I have the time to do them properly, and spending quality time with my friends. I also read the book Epic and much of its sequel Saga, both of which were quite good.
I have also spent a lot of time looking back at the history of the blog (since we are, of course, approaching our third-year anniversary). One thing that has struck me as a bit sad is the observation that we tend to post mainly when we are unsure. Our best periods of posting came when we were between relationships, in stressful times, or otherwise facing challenges in our lives. It is nice that Fred and I had such an easy outlet for those stories, and it is amazing to have them all recorded. Still, it is sad to look back and see much insecurity, especially now that we know how it all turned out in the end. (Spoiler alert for 2012 Fred & George: things went very well.)
I will try to keep you all a little better posted on my life in the next few months. Many of my last few posts have been philosophical; those posts are important to write from my perspective and for my own benefit, but I’d imagine that they’re not terribly entertaining. You deserve better from your co-admin George. So I’ll make an effort to pay attention to the stories in my life in the next few weeks, and tell you all about them.
First up: I was on my way to class this Thursday and a squirrel was crossing the path – only to be swept up in the claws of a hawk. The bird flew him over to a maintenance cart, ruffled his feathers, and sat there proudly as bystanders took pictures. (The squirrel, obviously, was quite dead.) I pointed it out from the window of my first class that day; my professor sighed and said, “Well, looks like I’ve got tough competition for your attention today, class.” (Fairly accurate. I couldn’t pay attention until the hawk finally flew away, still holding his squirrel.)