Sign of the times: I see someone has looked at my diary from a server with a .gov suffix, and I wonder if they're looking for links to terrorist activity in my diary. But the time associated with the .gov host corresponded with a Google for Moreau Seminary, so I know it was someone looking up something about Notre Dame and reading this entry.

Today was an emotional day and all I did was leave Johnstown and drive back east and come straight to work, but it was nowhere near where I wanted to be. I wanted to go out onto the deck with the cats and lie (lay?) in the sunshine in autumn. And there's so much I want to write about, but there's high school stories to move and pages to paginate and I can't get all the wonderful thoughtsjust from two days together right now, so hopefully I'll have the energy to do it when I get home.

But one sure thing remains: Each time I see her, it's like it's the first time. Now that has to be a good sign.