I’m alive, really.
From the vast, frozen tundra of the wasteland called Overtime, he emerged victorious, triumphant, or at least, semi-lucid. And tired; tired as though the very tundra actively sucked the soul from the rest of the weary.
But the time touring the tundra was not a total loss. The emergent semi-lucid conqueror brought with him friends. Mere acquaintances going in, these friends will from hence be a source of constant companionship, for now, they are known by their nicknames. A friendship forged in the extremest of conditions on Mount Excel, each nickname holds a special place in the physical memory of my fingers. Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V, and especially Ctrl+Z, to you, dearest friends, shall be granted the keys to the kingdom.
–From A Pointless Oral History of One of Mankind’s Dimmest Luminaries
God is good, my friends, and actively pours out His blessing in ways that we can only imagine. Out of despair, He can work His mighty plan.
While more will come, hopefully in the near future, suffice it to say now that the banquet is over and I have only begun to dig out from the mounds of paperwork that success dumped upon me. The sheer amount of data entry has boggled my mind. But after a weekend in Pennsylvania with my family, I feel almost ready to tackle it.
What a joy to watch the doors open.
(The next post will be less cryptic, I promise.)
***UPDATE***
I forgot to mention that the Charleston Post and Courier did a little write-up on the banquet (it’s at the bottom of that page). That will help give you a little bit of the background I haven’t gotten around to mentioning here…