punctuation

Things have taken a wonderfully unexpected turn over the past few days. I often marvel at how seemingly small turns of events--meeting a new person, for instance, or a few days rest from your normal routine--can make your life seem quite different. I don't think everyone sees their lives this way, but I tend to see mine as stretches of time (sometimes days, sometimes weeks, etc.) punctuated by events that send me on different courses. I can tell these punctuating events from everyday events because it's hard to imagine what my life was like before a punctuating event. For instance, it's hard to imagine what life was like before my father passed away. I can't connect well to the Jeff before that time. It's also hard to imagine what life was like before I came to U of I. I live differently now than I did then.

At any rate, it was a great weekend, from Friday to today, and I'm looking forward to the week. I've got a decent amount of work to do, but nothing major--just things to check off the list. Then Friday a concert in Madison and Saturday I head to Tampa for nearly a week. Then I come back here and head to St. Louis to visit a dear friend and then I come back here and another dear friend will be passing through town. My roommate said tonight that, just based on the events of the past few days, he can say he had a good summer. If summer ended right now, he'd be satisfied. I agree, but I'm glad there are still almost 3 months left.