It was, it could be

Oh-eight. It was a decent year. I ran a half-marathon, I completed two semesters of higher education, I grew a great big bushy beard and generally enjoyed life. I didn't read enough, I didn't travel enough, I didn't wash enough dishes. I loved have barbeques and reading on the veranda. I quit smoking, though I was barely smoking at the time. I started drinking tea and coffee on a regular basis. I made some friends, got to know some friends better, reconnected with some old friends. I lost my last grandparent. I began to consider the next step, a possibly epic step. It was a good year, not a top five year, but it was good.

Oh-nine. I can now say that I will graduate next year, I like that. Saying "twenty-ten" seems very futuristic. I hope to run over five-hundred miles during the course of the year. I'm traveling to Portland on Tuesday, my first visit out there since August of oh-seven. I'm considering multiple trips out of the Midwest for later this year. I'm thinking about taking the summer off from school to rest, earn some money and travel. This would push back graduating until August, but I think I'd be okay with that. I would like to start using my free time more productively. I think that it is possible to constructively waste time, I just have yet to prove it yet. Another goal for this year is that I would get my dating game on. If anyone has any idea how that might be accomplished, let me know. My hopes are not high for this year, but perhaps I'm in for a surprise. you have my love.