shiny

After a rainy trek to and from Mass and the grocery store, I decided my shoes deserved a shoe polish. They look really good, but the polish applicator has seen his last. He totally crumbled under the shine making pressure. Lame. Determined not to have an uneven, blotchy application I took extreme measures to complete the process... I will not outline them here. Suffice it to say my hands were black and I may never polish again... despite the inordinate amount of joy it gives me to see my beat up old shoes look so new and shiny.

Also, sometimes my roommate leaves old issues of the journal "First Things" lying around the house and I read articles instead of doing my homework. Today, I read this article and really enjoyed it. I recommend taking 10 and reading it yourself.

And.... in case you didn't know, I am a champion procrastinator.