Observations

Today 1.5 miles on the expressway = 4 minutes. I think I'm going to start timing that very short stretch that I am on 90/94 (or, the Kennedy, as it is known around here - they rarely go by their numbers) and find out what my average was.

I was a little later today than usual (had a slow start out of bed, then, got almost to my car to realize that because it was such a beautiful day I had switched coats and everything I needed was in the other coat pocket so I had to walk all the way back). However, no worries, I was still at my internship with plenty of time to not do much for 7 hours (I ditched a little early today - Happy Friday!!!).

So far I have seen an equestrian policeman on the sidewalk in the middle of the city and a policeman zoom into the middle of traffic on a 4 wheeler. Umm, buddy, I don't think you're going to catch too many speeders that way.

I love watching romances. As in, 2 people in love, not romance movies. Though those can be okay, too, depending on the movie. Cute, budding romances make me happy.... not the trashy or obnoxious PDA romances. Although, they do indeed make me miss my 'other' more than anything.

I prefer to watch sports on TV, when the people I am watching it with are into it. We went to a Chicago Bulls game at the United Center tonight but sat so far up in the nosebleed section (literally, only about 4 rows higher than ours) that there wasn't a lot of sports spirit. Especially not in our group. But it was fun to hang out with people none the less. The man selling ice-cream made me happy though, even though I wasn't about to shell out the cash to buy a tiny ice-cream bar. I just wasn't expecting ice-cream at a basketball game.

I have no shame in coming home early on a Friday night. I think I'm getting old. And I am totally okay with it. Maybe a movie tonight? Maybe to bed early? Either would be fine by me.....

I decided like 2 weeks ago that it was my mission to get the homeless man's name. He was always in front of the walgreens that I walk past at least twice a day. He likes to call all the ladies "angel" or "sunshine" and, quite frankly, it makes me happy. He is in a wheelchair and is not begging, though I'm sure he would be more than willing to accept friendly donations. Anyways, I decided that I needed to get his name. I decided this about 2 weeks ago. And I haven't seen him since. It makes me sad. Maybe he moved on without me.... I'm feeling slightly left behind. And I never got his name.

And, to end off this post, a Psalm that has gotten me through the past couple rough days:

Psalm 121
I look up to the mountains - does my help come from there?
My help comes from the LORD, who made the heaves and the earth.
He will not let you stumble and fall; the one who watches over you will not sleep.
Indeed, he who watches over Israel never tires and never sleeps.
The LORD himself watches over you!
The LORD stands beside you as your protective shade.
The sun will not hurt you by day, nor the moon at night.
The LORD keeps you from all evil and preserves your life.
The LORD keeps watch over you as you come and go,
both now and forever.