A Huge Mental Sigh of Relief

I'm home. I'm home and I'm so glad. Exhaustion is not a pleasant feeling and right now, this week where I don't have anything to do but my own projects is a very nice relief from that exhaustion.

I am not joining the Army. I've made the decision to start taking out some more loans, and I'll get a job next year. For now, I am using my work study checks to pay rent and I'll look for some more scholarships.

I'm getting dental surgery in August. Whoopie.

Right now, my brain is teeming over with ideas that beg to be written down and elaborated upon before my brief hiatus from school is done. There's nothing left for my day-to-day log, really. Though this log really isn't a day-to-day log - more of a whenever-I-feel-like-it log.

I visited Grandmama today with Momma and the new pastor and his wife. She didn't know who I was, but she was very friendly because I think she felt she ought to know me. I introduced myself twice - the first time, I don't think "I'm your granddaughter" really penetrated, but the second time I said it (right before I left) she said, "Who do you belong to?" I replied, "Stephan", to which she said, "Does HE know that?"

And so we left, with Grandmama still under the impression that I am Dad's bastard child, even though we did try to correct her on that score. Regardless, it was a good visit and since I haven't seen Grandmama in a long while, it was nice to see that she is still more lucid than other patients in the ward. I brought her coffee and she drank most of it, which was certainly an encouraging sign. If Grandmama can drink her coffee, then she's still just fine, in spite of her senile dementia.

It's been a very nice break, all one day of it that I've had. Tomorrow, I've got to clean out my room in order to move the bed to S's room and to move the futon into my room - S can't sleep on the futon anymore, it's bad for him, and unfair that I get the bedroom with the bed and he gets the crappy futon.

In any case, now Firefly is on and I need to get writing!