I still believe you when you say it's another perfect day

Well this weekend's been pretty good so far. Some ups, some downs... but mostly ups.

Friday

I already mentioned the Bulger awards and the recent source of interest related to them, so I'll just skip that by saying that I shook hands with the brother of one of the FBI's 10 Most Wanted. Probably as close as I'll ever get and I'm happy with that.

Earlier in the day I met with Keitel to discuss next semester. It's going to be hard. Harder than this semester. Sigh. Latin Prose Comp (though it sounds like I'm one up on most of the rest since I've had a comp class before), Vergil (which I hear will be very ambitiously paced), Medieval Latin (that's right... 3 Latin classes), Ed. Psych (blah). Plus the Latin class I teach, plus IPA, plus TA for one lecture class. Eek. Technically Pre-Practicum too, but that needs to get knocked out in January over winter break (yay, work on break).

After the Bulger awards some of us went with Lisa to "Bub's BBQ", which was pretty good (no Big Jim's, but good), for her birthday dinner. I then came home and hopped into Battlefield, but none of my friends were on and it's not much fun by myself, so I just watched TV and went to sleep.

Saturday

The early Thanksgiving party hosted by Rebecca. I made brownies which actually came out OK. Although I had to stop midway to go get baking soda. I KNOW i bought some earlier but I can't find it. Which is quite a feat considering how tiny my apartment and especially my kitchen are. The food at the party was good. The conversation strayed into classics more often than I would have liked, but I expect that at such a thing. Ryan and I left briefly to buy Catchphrase, which got us off classics for a while. It was fun.

During the party came the worst thing about the weekend: my great-uncle Wade Carlton Carruth died today. We all knew it was coming. We weren't close or anything, but it's still sad; he was a good guy. Today was my cousin Tom's wedding day, which unfortunately was probably overshadowed largely by the death. But in a way it's one of those "one thing ends, another begins" sort of things. Being with other people at the party tonight took my mind off that though, and I ended up having a good time.

Got home and got a call from Annie, who's camped out for a Wii after her preorder got messed up by the dumb store she originally went with. Always nice, because she rocks. Talked to Kevin for a while too.

And here I sit, writing my life down as if anyone would ever care to read it. But who cares. Last little tidbit for today: I awoke this morning to an email from Tony Woodman, which made me very happy. I'd been thinking about emailing him to see how he was doing, but he beat me to it. It's nice that someone who made such a difference to me still wonders what I'm up to. What a guy.

Song of the night: "Spit in the Rain" by Del Amitri. With a little luck and with a little time, you'll pull through. Words to live and hope by.