It took so long to get this thing going that I've nearly forgotten what I was going to write. I found my college transcript. I took eight courses after I had graduated when I was working at the university. What I am struck by though is how these grades on one level are important but on another level they make completely no difference whatsoever. Along with the transcript I have kept a myriad of cards and letters from family and friends. I'm not looking forward to the dreams which will come of this. All the other stuff in the containers are important to me. I'm not sure with the prerequisite requirements for the program I am looking at that I have a chance. Clumsy sentence I know. Do I go in another direction? I don't know whether I have cold feet from doing something new or that some portion of myself is telling me that this is not my way. This is a particularly difficult place. Confounding mortal coil. Good night.