My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber.
Last night Ian and I slept together in a single and dreamed of our Queen-sized one. We awoke early – I remember a 3:30, 5:00, and finally a 6:30, at which I felt so grateful to have slept until what felt like 9:30 that I could not sleep anymore. The flight last night could not have gone better, barring cutting its travel time in half… which, ironically, we will do when we fly down to California tomorrow for my mother’s parent’s 50th anniversary. They want the whole family there, and by George, they will be! Fifty years is a long time. Though to be completely honest, I have not fully adjusted to finishing my classes, since I just took my last final on Tuesday, and now we have somehow found ourselves transported to Bellevue as if by magic. Very expensive magic.
On Tuesday Luke and Ian and I went out on the Quad to play frisbee, and because the temperature hit about 85 with a humidity of 90%, I decided to wear flip-flops up there and play barefoot. Of course, I stepped on a piece of glass, causing my toe to begin bleeding copiously. I felt instant concern because my feet were covered with dirt from the quad, making risk of infection fairly high. We hustled (as fast as I could hop/Ian could carry me) back to the apartment and put neosporin all over it. Hopefully its red inflamed-ness is just part of the healing process and nothing to worry about. If my toe swells to twice its size, I think I will begin worrying.
In happier news, a brave soul posted on OnlyWriting, which made my day when I got up and saw it this morning. Also, the sun is shining on the Ferguson’s back yard (wait, I am Ferguson… what??) and that makes me happy. Interview at 2:00 in Seattle, but before that Ian and I must rush to Costco to have his glasses repaired. Speaking of driving, nobody warned me gas in Seattle had hit $2.22 a gallon! Back in Worcester it’s hovering around $1.93, which I found high enough. And Ian and I will be driving their gas-guzzling minivan, whose tank can most likely swallow 20 gallons of gas in one gulp.
So the point is, we’re home, the flight was long but boring – I started and finished Prey, enjoying its creepiness. Ian read Angels and Demons; halfway through the flight we both finished and swapped books. I love reading with the knowledge that I will not be tested on it in a few weeks. Final point: tonight we sleep at my house, as I told my highly groggy father who answered my 10:45 phone call (I tried earlier, but Colleen needed to bare her soul to her boyfriend, I think). Also, we squeeze an Eddie Bauer shopping trip in there to get khakis and polo shirts so the whole family matches in the big Koskovich photo Nana wants to take. Can I just crawl back into bed now?
– KF –