Sweatpants!

You're probably worried about all the "early fall" related posts we've been making. Geez. They already think it's cold - wait until December!

But as students we're obviously very nostalgic about summertime. We have the sweet pleasure of being adults but experiencing a child-like euphoria that happens each June during graduate school. Classes end and we change gears to encounter Greek, Hebrew, Clinical Pastoral Education or a summer job. Now we're adjusting back to the school year, feeling nostalgic about other things and waiting for the leaves to change.

Today was really warm, but I forgot about the beautiful weather as soon as I saw them. My beloved sweatpants. Last week I went to my parents' basement (a.k.a. Meta's storage locker) to dig out some warmer clothes for fall. I dumped the boxes on my bedroom floor back in St. Paul and didn't have a chance to unpack them until today.

When I found the sweatpants, my heart skipped a beat. I know that sounds dramatic, but we have quite the relationship and I didn't bring them on internship last year. They're several sizes too big and fuzzy. I read, nap, lounge and cook in them. I had them on while reading for class when my cousin/roommate came home tonight. He looked at me as if to ask, "Did you stay home sick today?"

I put my hand in the deep pocket while brushing my teeth tonight and found a slip of paper. It was a receipt and on the back I had written the names of books I was planning to read during internship. I looked through the list carefully, noting what had been accomplished, and then put it back in my pocket.

There is more to do, but not tonight. Tonight I will celebrate my reunion with Minnesota and fall and sweatpants and the new pile of books that must be read before the December chill...