Goodness, gracious, things are moving fast. Ever have that feeling like you are an old geezer driving a John Deere on the interstate? I seem to have entered that zone since Friday.
I got my ordination date and place worked out, and its been fast lane ever since. I got the apartment I wanted today. I've been packing up books...several boxes worth.
Its all moving too fast. Not that's complaining...I mean making parole is making parole.