Hello World!

To fully understand the path my brain is on right now, you really should back up

 and read (or re-read) the post  I've got linked below.

Maybe then you'll get where I'm coming from. =)

You know, I really don't have a problem admitting when I'm wrong. Sometimes the things I dread the most are the things I end up loving the most. Take, for instance, this post I wrote approximately eight weeks ago. I really thought my free time was over and a season of torture had begun. In one way, I was right. My free time was over. I really did return the book about Laura Bush, I haven't visited with Mitch Rapp since then, and Kathie Lee and Hoda just haven't fit into my schedule.

The season of torture, though? Well, I may have been wrong on that one. Russian history just may have found a place in my heart right next to American history. I really think I've fallen in love with that mysterious, great, and oh-so-troubled land. The textbook that I wanted to toss out the window is now well-worn and ear-marked and covered with pink and purple highlights. I really think I learned something. I can't wait to teach somebody something.

Go figure.

And now my academic pace slows down a bit. I'm going from three to four papers a week to just one or two. I do believe I'm on the downhill slide. The next time I'm at the library, I'm gonna see if I can find Laura on a shelf; if not, I can always find Mitch Rapp on my nook no matter what time of day or night (and believe me, Vince Flynn is an author I don't mind paying for... we've all got our favorites). Heck, I might even visit Kathie Lee and Hoda once or twice a week.

The point is, I think I found my free time again.
Yep, I'm laughing right along with you.
We all know that anything free won't last for long.