Comrade

Strange day so far. I woke up this morning, carried the baby for a while, went back to sleep for half an hour, and then you showed me the stats on this blog.

Apparently, I have a reader in Russia, which is pretty cool. I'm not certain of the reason someone would be reading my blog in Mother Russia, but I would be interested to find out. Maybe it is a helpful learning tool of how to speak ridiculously. Perhaps, an example of the idiotic pride of Americans. Mayhaps it is a reminder of home for some traveling student. Whatever the case, my reader should let me know, I can barely get my wife to read this thing, let alone other Americans. I should probably consider moving to the Mother Russia. Regardless of the reasons, my mystery friend, thanks for the support.

I gave a lesson last night on perseverance. It was interesting to talk about a subject I have so often and obviously failed at. You, however, have always managed to love and support me through our trials. Luckily, I have the opportunity and will to make you proud. So many plans go through my head. So much that I don't express. (Sentence fragment). It is like I have highlight reels of ideas that flow through my brain that need to be expressed. The book about King David, an action sequence of an arena team join battle, my stellar imaginary body... the fact is, I need to put away childish things. We've come leaps and bounds from last year. We have. I have grown complacent as evidenced by our last few weeks. I need to begin working on the ideas that I have so that they don't die with me. I think that is one of my gravest fears. That the ideas that define me will never meet the page. If they do not, no one will be to blame but me.

Anyhow, I just follow the stream of consciousness. I am going to start having purpose behind my posts beyond rambling. That is a good first step. I can do that. I love you, I will write to you tomorrow.