Berck drifted off and then when I rolled over started the following conversation:
Berck: Do you know what MUNIX stands for?
Jonah: Unix?
Berck: MUNIX. Multiuser. He tries but he’s not very good at it.
Me: Who?
Berck: Shawn. Shawn David, they’re all named Shawn.
Me: Shawn?
Berck: Creamy rice, Jonah. Creamy rice.
The semester has started, and I’m already dreading going to class. It’s just a few months, and I’m sure I’ll get through it, but it feels like there’s quite the mountain to climb between now and graduation. All of my classes involve various semester-long projects. And most of them are group projects. Just the sort of thing I hate.
The potentially good news is that it looks like I’m going to back to work for Mesa. I’ve got a May 7th class date. This isn’t ideal since that’s my first day of final exams. Fortunately, all my professors agreed that given the circumstances, I can take my finals a week early. This is going to make for a substantially difficult semester ending, with all the projects due at the same time, but it’s worth it if I can go back to work.
The other frustrating thing about this semester is my schedule. I’ve got 4 classes in a row, with no breaks, from 3:05pm – 8:30pm. It makes for a long day.
Berck: I dreamed that you worked at Walgreens, and I needed an ATM, and you said, “You can use this one here.” But instead of a screen it was like a vending machine where you could see all of the items available. So I picked what looked like a basket of dollar bills, but when it all dumped out, there were some British pounds, some gold airplanes that were each worth $63, a menorah starter set, a book on the history of gelt, and all this other stuff. I asked you what to do, and you said I could insert the British pounds into this other ATM, but of course the airplanes wouldn’t fit. And then you said, “Why did you get the grab bag?!” And you were so mad at me.
All together, much better than I was expecting. Brings my GPA down to a 3.968. I’ll deal.
I took Jonah flying for my birthday. We flew behind Pike’s Peak over to Salida, over the Royal Gorge, then back to the Springs. It ended up being a perfect day for mountain flying. Jonah took several gigabytes of photos, so she’ll probably post some.
After that, we headed to King’s Chef for breakfast that couldn’t be beat. While we were eating, I received the following voice mail, for which Nathan has requested the Google transcription. So here you go:
Happy Birthday. Jane happy birthday to him, happy. Hey, I have on file, happy. He and It’s not really nice to be one of the wish you Happy Birthday. Google was booth, call me back or if you could, Google tried. Thanks bye bye.