I'm not dead

I'm alive. I swear. I've just been incredibly busy and bushed all at once.

School is so draining. I don't remember it being this way when I was in library school. Maybe I'm getting old. I can't imagine doing this five more times (12 classes ÷ 2 classes per semester = 6 semesters), but I'm not ready to give up yet. Hopefully, it will get better. I do remember hating my first library course. If I hadn't enjoyed the second, I would have quit.

I've been spending a lot of time with Chet. It's so odd not to be able to recall exactly what day we spent together and where we went when. I'm not able to keep up with it all, which is a good thing. It's just not typical of my former tally-keeping behavior.

We're getting close to the L-word. Monday night and Tuesday morning he told me that he's falling in love with me. Now he frequently says or writes to me, "I heart you." I didn't say it back at first, but now I do. Here's something I want to commit to memory just in case: When we were watching American Beauty on Sunday night (didn't I just say I can't keep up with what happened when? Hmph.), we were sitting on the couch holding hands and it just came to me, "I love him." I have no idea why. There was nothing significant happening in the movie; it just popped in my head. At any rate, I'm not going to be the one to say it first. I can wait for him. Seems like we're in sync though, since his revelation came the next day.

So my initial point was: posts have been few and far between, I owe emails to friends, and I've been neglecting my watering-hole. I'm going to try to get better. Right after I take a nap.