A Brief Respite

See, I didn’t disappear in the storm. I have however, disappeared into a finance class. In hindsight, waiting to take the two most difficult classes for my degree, followed by doing a thesis may not have been the best way to approach this entire matter. What the heck though, the end is in sight! I think that I may hang up a shingle, call myself a “life coach” and charge people $200 bucks an hour and simply tell them not to make the same mistakes I have. It’s easy telling people what they ought to do.




I just got back from band practice, (not to be confused with choir practice, for those of you who are Joseph Wambaugh fans). Years ago when I lived in Cave Creek we did have choir practice. Those who know what it is, know what it is, and those who don’t, don’t. But, I digress.



So the band, if it can be called that, and I think it can, there’s a drummer, a bass player, and me, the guitar player, meets with irregular regularity. None of us are giving up our day jobs, yet. Getting together and playing is a great way to spend an evening. We don’t have anything special done yet, but we jam, try to play some songs we know, and have fun.



So that’s a quick update. Tomorrow I delve back into the world of finance class, and a final project. Just weeks ago I didn’t have any idea what WACC is(Weighted Average Cost of Capitol, for those who really want to know), and tomorrow I’m going to start looking for it. How’s that for progress?



When this class is over, I’ll be able to say, just like Jimi Hendrix did,

I just came back today,

I just came back from the storm…………