I planned on running before dawn. Running shoes, comfy socks, headphones, Nano, sports bra, the dry-weave shirt and a pair of mid-calf running pants – all piled high upon David’s dresser. Before I fell into the bathroom light, while still enveloped in the darkness and my dreams, I thought David and I had a conversation about allowing me to sleep a little longer. When I really woke up, I alluded to my desire to stay in bed. I could see his frown in the dark. I got up. When Pip and I stepped outside, a soft, cold sprinkle fell from the sky. I’m only running with Pip now. Puck’s age and stubbornness keeps him from being the ideal running partner. Puck has limited endurance. And I can’t keep up with Pip. So Squeaky headed out, and we tried to ignore the rain. From sprinkle to thumping rain, I danced around Pips sudden stops to shake himself off. It made for a precarious run. Instead of plowing through the rain, my hair dripping wet and my shoes squishy and cold, I ran home. It felt good. So, I didn’t run for a half hour, but I got up. That’s something to be proud of.

It rained last night as well. As I left my Renaissance Art class, I felt sad. That’s it. No more classes with Leslie. I’ve come to the point where I know what I am talking about, but I want more. It feels like a heavy weight fell onto my chest. I am looking forward to the future, to starting in a new school and moving on and moving up. But, I loved my Renaissance Art classes, the comfortable easiness of her conversation and the humerous, absurd comments made (and I have been the speaker more than once). I still read my books for fun, trying to connect each artist via influence or locale. I don’t know how I did on my final – it was different from all of the other ones I have taken with her – but I had a short conversation with her and I felt a tug of sadness. I think the rain came to wash away the sadness. But it rained all night. I wonder if that means something

Tonight I have grammar class. I still have to do my homework. Let’s hear it for procrastination (and a stellar memory!). I hope that everyone who had finals last night feels good about it today. What’s done is done. It’s time to focus on the next one. Although, I say that now. I would like to run away from the finals…. far far away!

It’s time for me to get down to business. But all I really want to do is to daydream.