Quicky

Just checking in quickly because I have to teach a class tomorrow. Every now and then, I feel inspired to do things I have no time for. Right now, I wish I could be writing to you about some stories that are floating in my mind. Instead, I must go sleep, so that I can return tomorrow to the grind.
In the morning: teach.
During the day: read for class.
In the afternoon: class
At night: flop into bed, dead-dog tired

I have heard a legend of a time called Summer, when the the drinks are free, the days are warm and dry, and girls are pretty (and SINGLE, thank-you-very-much, Utah).