It’s Saturday morning, grey and overcast.  No sun yet.  It evokes in me feelings from the song, Sunday Morning Coming Down – nostalgia and hung over, feelings of  a misspent youth, and memories of early university days.

Yes, those days were somewhat misspent but not wasted.  No, I never finished and got a degree.  But it was an education all the same.  And it was fun in a painful sort of way.  I got to explore the world, getting lost and found and lost again but not forever.  I got to taste the bitter along with the sweet.  I discovered I had appeal but never believed it.

I was a fool and a saint.  I was an innocent and innocent of the fact.  Someone up there looked after me!  And I came out alright.

It is Saturday morning and it is snowing tiny snow flakes.  Enough of nostalgia and wallowing in memories.  On with the day.  Forward, march!