I read the news today, oh, boy, about a lucky man who made the grade....and it was me. I've known, (but didn't really wanna stress over,) the fact that I was pretty much on conditional status with regard to continuing work on my Master's. And I got a letter today saying, basically, that I had been admitted into the program I'm essentially already in. Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, I am free at last! Well, maybe not free, but definitely vindicated from an undergraduate program that was riddled with substandard performance. Overall, I couldn't be happier, and frankly I would be, but as much as Cheryl has to pay for everything that really is her responsibility, this is my job from here on out. Paying for it, making it happen; ah, well, I knew it was gonna come to this, the way things are going...overall, I'm just gonna hafta ride it. Do my best. And now I know I can. One could say, I guess, that there are always steps to vindication. And the more I thought about it, as much as I bi*ched about the picture of Shelby and Sydne that I didn't like, I never countered with one that I did like. Consider that fixed. It still never ceases to amaze me how big they're getting. Shelby is taller than her mother now. Yeah, I know. Pretty soon, she'll probably be taller than me. She will still be my daughter, whether she realizes it all the time or not. And I'm always proud of her, and Sydne, albeit for entirely different reasons when it comes to the two of them. Time marches onward, fate marches upward, and a higher place is nigh, but not without some doing.