The big speech is over and it went well, I believe. One tends to be congratulated only by those who appreciated what went on, but I do think it was very well received.
There is a great joy in reaping the rewards of very hard work and deep investment. So I celebrated with a carmel cashew sundae from the Culver's on the east side of Sioux Falls--my second one in three days. I'm sorry, but I guess I'm that carnal.
Anyway, it's over--this long two-year assignment--and it went well. It was intended to be provocative, and it was as fully honest as I could be. I intended to tell the truth, not to fudge.
Which is maybe why I got a carmel sundae.
And now, once again, the real world. By Thursday, I'll have 70 more student papers to read. They're already accumulating in my in-box.
All-in-all, a very good thing--and I'm thankful, for the assignment, for really finding the subject intriguing, for grace along the journey, grace on Friday night, and grace throughout my life, grace to cover all my carnal sundaes.
Sunday morning. Sabbath. A blessing. I hope I was. I hope I am.