so. has it been a whole week since my last blog entry? shame on me.
confession: i haven't had anything to say.
the early parts of my days have been quiet, slow, warm with christian and the rhythm of routine one develops when alone with a one-year-old. the rest of my days have found me reading a lot of depressing stuff: from sartre to john hersey's hiroshima. and then i go discuss it in the context of class. what is meaning? what is literary journalism? etc.
interspersed between all of this are nice moments with marlei. an afternoon with my sister, cathy and my darling nieces. a chance to read some iona journals to the amazing women of my church. lots of sleep.
sadly, no employment at this point.
now, i shall meander back into the world of existentialism.