short, possibly reckless, break

It is snowing. No big shock. It's knee deep and still coming. Very big shock. It's gorgeous, perilous, freezing, stark. Icicles of death grip the edge of the roof, waiting for unsuspecting victims to pass by....

School continues - study groups are regularly on the schedule, weather permitting. My brain is being forced to process knowledge sloooooowly, much to my chagrin. This brain of mine prefers to whirl around at a rapid pace, glancing at new information, stowing it away, perhaps to be looked at, perhaps not.

My sister removed at least part of my mental block with a Bucer's mocha (oh hail the chocolatiness), but the clock's hands are still ticking and the week is still looming ahead.

Bray imparted this bit of wisdom my last lesson - you aren't doing this for yourself, you are doing it for the people listening. That goes for more than just music performance. What we're learning here at NSA isn't simply facts and smartness for our own brains. We're learning this stuff so we can turn around and give it to the people around us.