More than ever before, I think, I'm conscious of how much I miss what I could take for granted in Notre Dame/South Bend days and just isn't part of my life here: what I wouldn't give for a jam session right now, with people tossing out old and new songs, and with the musical synergy crackling and pulsing out of everyone. Mike needs to rock.
May and our gathering in Jackson Hole cannot come fast enough.
Okay, done checking mail and now it's back to Augustine. Book III of The Confessions rocks, too, but in a very different way.