Back home

The wife and I finally found out that our apartment did, in fact, have power (she had the brilliant idea of calling to see if the answering machine picked up). Hoping to beat the traffic and make it to class, we left at midnight. Though there was some strange and heavy traffic on Highway 71, we made it in a mere 4 hours. Also, I am happy to report that I am typing this on my desktop; no one stole from us. I was so excited that the two rejection letters in the mailbox didn’t even bring me down. I’ll be sad tomorrow after I have sleep and the novelty of being back in the ghetto wears off.