No Longer a Student

Here I am, footloose and fancy free. The last essay went in on Wednesday. The last lecture was Friday morning. Yesterday was Commissioning Service. I now have a week off to sort stuff out before our first Sunday at St Mark's next week.

I seem to have lost my voice a bit, not physically, but metaphorically. For somebody who usually has something to say, I have been lost for words over the last couple of days. I'm sitting here trying to think of something to write about how I feel and think about endings and beginnings, but there's nothing there.

Not that I feel numb, just that I don't have the words at the moment. Ho hum, I'm sure that it will pass.