In my classes, professors' words echo off empty desks.

It's Friday and it's raining. Two delicious components for well needed sleep that (like Basie) I've been lusting over for awhile. The fact that it isn't particularly cold, causes this day to be a little less miserable. It's Friday, and like my brother said last night while I was looking at the basketball game over his left shoulder, the best part of the weekend is right when it starts. The weekend is laid out before you and it is still too early to think about the unavoidable Monday coming up. Like most others, my weekend begins Friday. I am unfortunately not one of the few who, like my brother, begin the weekend a day earlier.

I just recieved two e-mails from my parents. It is cute how they send a line or two about nothing of consequence just to illicit some kind of response. I wrote them back and gave them the usual breakdown of what had been happening in school, work and life in general. They love the details. I guess I'm trying to get better at keeping in touch, because I know that when I'm a dad, my feeble heart would break if I didn't hear from my children.

I am keeping up in school, although everything else is piling up, like the clothes on the floor of my room. I don't mind right now. I'm going to Georgia on an RUF (Reformed University Fellowship) retreat. I'm leaving for the weekend for some much needed rest, and I will leave my current worries here in Gainesville. There will be enough time to worry about everything when I get back.

It's Friday and the weekend is a beautiful woman waiting at my door.