Joy

About an hour ago, I had a very important conversation with a dear friend. I got some things off my chest, and I feel good about it. I was nervous; I almost chickened out. But I said what I had to say, and both of us are glad I made that decision.

I feel joy. This is a good thing because the coming weeks will be busy, and good feelings can sometimes give that extra little boost when the going gets tough.

In terms of literature, Lion Country is great. It's not quite what I expected, but the more I find out about Antonio Parr, the more I like him. I'm growing more and more intrigued by Leo Bebb too. If I had to choose one author I could meet in person, it would be Buechner. His work always seems to touch the spiritual realm, but it retains a ... primal quality. I like that. That's real.

I'm hoping to have dinner with L this week. And maybe I'll get the chance to see The Chronicles of Narnia with R. And I plan to work hard, making sure I get X amount of hours studying done per day. "X amount of hours" is a private joke ... sort of. The variable gives me some flexibility, but not too much. X never equals zero, and tends to be a large number.

I hope y'all are joyful too. Only a few more days until Christmas.