maybe not 10:30.

But certainly 11:30, at the latest.

I have finished the revision process.
I need to write introductions to both of the portfolios.
One of them is mostly done, and I need to go back to my room to get the instructions for the other.

But I'm in pretty good shape.
I'm not feeling frantic or rushed.
Personal deadlines are a good motivator.

The promise of a nap after I finish all of this is also a good motivator.
As is the plan to go to Chipotle tonight!!


I don't think I ever mentioned that I had been seeing the ghost of Greg Fox during the past month.
It seemed like every other day I would see someone who looked like him.
But then I would remind myself that Greg was at Oxford.

I walked into SG this morning and he was one of the first things I noticed.
The real Greg Fox, returned to North America.

Of course, I have never actually spoken to him in my life, so it would be weird for me to welcome him back and ask him about his semester, right.
Yes, it would. So I'm not saying anything.

And I'm working on this portfolio stuff, and he's talking to Chester.
So it would be very, very strange.

But, if by some unexpected stumbling you, Greg, find this post, I welcome you home.
And I really would enjoy hearing about your semester at Oxford.

Of course, I could just read your blog.

Now, back to my normal, not awkward at all writing.