After the endless meetings and orientations over the past two months, his actual classes start today at seminary. He has five today, with the first one (Developmental Psych) starting at 8 a.m. He goes until 4:30, then goes back from 6-9. I do indeed feel his pain. He’s excited as well as just a little apprehensive (the old-dog-doing-new-tricks thing). Gofrit, Thriller. You can do it — you’re never too old.
Weirdest thing: seeing him come down the stairs at 5:30 a.m. Good thing he’s quiet as a church mouse…otherwise I’d hafta get violent.
Fink to the showers