And for this I am deeply sorry.
I was selfish, and in part ignorant of all I have been given.
My job (public service) is something difficult to put into words. It requires an enduring patience, untainted by artificial time tables and obsolete dogmas.
My shortest day this week has been 8 hours. I haven’t been training in the morning at all. But the last two evenings I’ve found myself running the same 9.5-mile loop to clean my system.
When I return, I feel like a child again. Untouched by my vocation and its inherent ills. Yet this evening I asked my parents, whom I will only be residing with for another nine days, to pick me something up, downtown, about a 60 second drive each way.
Then some sort of chaos erupted after they offered to partake. So now I have my dinner, but I still have to get my automobile to the garage tomorrow, for new tires. Joy.
I am prevailing. But I want school to start again soon.
