Checksum Arcanius

This week started out rough. Monday night, a friend talked to me frankly about some recent behavior of mine that, while not intentional, was still inappropriate. It is never fun to hear those things about yourself, but it is necessary and good to listen nevertheless. It hit me pretty hard, and I didn’t sleep much that night as I mulled things over. The good news in my sincere apologies were accepted and if anything our friendship is stronger.

In other related, I discovered how beautiful Ravena park is when deserted at 4 am.

The next day I slept in, missed a class, and then got back to some schoolwork. By the end of the day, I was feeling like a regular person again. Long late night walks and sleeping in, I guess, are life’s little reset button.

Last Friday after work and some chemical energy replenishment, I made my way to Slate, the (former) house of a certain Ryan Jones. Jones, as we took to calling him after our names conflicted (presumably because it’s easier to say than “McElroy”) is a great Frisbee player and a great man. That Friday night he and and his housemates were throwing a party to celebrate his imminent departure. He is headed to Africa with the Peace Corps — leaving later today — for what I am sure will be a grand adventure and an enriching experience for all. Good luck and Godspeed, Jones.