I woke up early, having to finish my deadline, but not with edgy nerves and wound-up energy. The beagles and I cuddled and I allowed myself to wake slowly. The sun wears thick, gray clouds today. The neighbors left for work hours ago, so I listen to the intermittent creaking of their gate. Puck snores. Pip groans in protest as I shift in a more comfortable position. The traffic rolls down 33rd, uninterrupted. And I can hear the trees and squirrels talking over the fan blowing in the window.

The mailman arrived, although the beagles didn’t get up for his arrival. One peice of mail is from the Vet, telling us Puck is overdue for his heartworm, and the other is from Rollins.

I graduated from Rollins last year. I think I still owe the library 53 dollars for a book I swear I turned back in, but found after my move. The letter is from the Bursar’s office:

Greetings from Rollins College Office of the Bursar. A recent internal review revealed that you have a credit balance on your account. This credit was derived from financial aid that was credited to your account but not refunded to you. Enclosed, please find the check for the outstanding credit. Please accept our apologies for the delay.”

MMmm…. kay. So I open the check - it’s for $2,116.09.

I call D.

“How much did you kiss the Blarney Stone this week? Jesus?”

“I think I fellated it.”

Rent is paid. While I do have a jobby job, I won’t get paid for 2 weeks, so things would be tight, but this helps out in ways I can’t say.

My life/luck/karma has turned completly around. And if you are one of my friends from Rollins and graduated the same semester as I did, you may want to give a shout to the Bursar’s Office…. you never know!