I used to write so faithfully, but now, it’s all I can do to even log into the internet when I get home from work. Too many other things press me, which is really interesting, because talking to people on the internet was my nearly solitary pasttime from high school through college. When one of those e-people turned into a real live girl and agreed to marry me, I decided to take a break from the lengthy chats and blogging. As you can see, I still linger around, and Sarah has found enough footing to start writing wonderfully lengthy posts again, so please don’t write us off yet. We just need time to adjust, like five or six years maybe.

I called my parents, so I can now say: the date of the wedding ceremony will be soon announced.

I guess this post marks a return to the ol’ (I saw someone write this abbreviation as ole’, which I think is a pretty poor misspelling. It’s either old, ole, or ol’.) weblog. As Sarah exclaimed in the previous post, I have graduated (no more of those highly sought after posts containing my playlists from the Music Listening Room — I know y’all will miss those dearly) from Georgia Tech with a Bachelor of Science in electrical engineering. The firm with which I have interned in the past offered me a full-time spot, which I readily accepted. I began work immediately upon my return home, but after two days of paperwork, the prospect of spending the Holiday with my gal drew me into the vast white (well, the snow on the freeways is mostly brown slush, but those who dream of White Christmases readily overlook such trifles.) North. As I mentioned on The Desolation Angels, I was quickly initiated into the Cold. I’ve since learned to not go outside without a jacket and a key to the house. Apart from that brief escapade, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the weather here.

Tomorrow will be a nother first for me, as I will be attending a church which follows the old Calendar and celebrates tomorrow as the fourth Sunday of Advent. My home church — Trinity Pres. of Valparaiso, Florida — is moving toward a high liturgy, and it’s likely to be only a matter of time before it begins following the Calendar as well, though there is likely to be a good deal of resistance to be overcome if there is such a move. I’m really glad that I will be there for whatever happens. Atlanta never was home in my mind, and though I dearly love the congregation at Chalcedon, it was no more than a home away from home (away from Home, since I am but a sojourner on this earth). Soon, I hope to be one of the men that reads from Scripture and leads in prayer during that portion of our service. This is a role given to heads of households, and though I will be living with my parents for the first part of the year (while I whittle away at the student loans — pray that my knife is as sharp as I hope it to be), the church allows for college graduates to be put in the line-up.

As I am still on vacation, don’t expect a high frequency of posts, but I think most of my readers, you Dear and Gentle Readers, don’t expect that from me anyway. I shall, however, do what I can, when I can.

“Maybe at the end of a someday,
I’ll find out if I’m here anymore…”

Folks, with graduation looming large o’er the horizon, I think it best that I suspend bloggery for the next several weeks. My family will see me often enough in the coming weeks, so they shouldn’t miss the sporadic updates ’bout my schooling, and the rest of y’all, well, there’re other things to read out there. May I point you to up-and-coming art critic, Brent Bechtel? Or perhaps you’d like to read obituaries and continental philosophy from Daniel Silliman? And there’s much, much more out there in the big ol’ Internet (it’s always capitalized, but is it really that important?). Maybe I’ll be back in the New Year. I don’t know how likely that is, because once you quit, it takes a lot of effort to begin again. This was mostly a college experiment anyway. Maybe I’ll start a real page, with more than just a blog. Maybe I’ll put Sarah on it too. Maybe I’ll stop thinking out loud. Grace and peace to you from God our Father.