When Frogs Can Fly...Well, They Can Because the Dragonfli Sent Me a Series of Frogs with Wings Last Night to Check-in On How I Was Doing

I'm exhausted. That's how I am doing...back-to-back-to-back of evening classes with dark, wet drives home simply makes my brain fry into uselessness. I'm not even good at staring into space. I come home simply numb to the world.

But then a message comes from an ol' student asking me if Frogs can fly, and then the photographs. I said, "Oh, look. Offspring..." 

Nothing better than a frog with monarch wings. I'll need this wings. I believe in these wings. I have hope with these wings. 

Ah, but for today, I get to have lunch with one of my favorite colleagues who I haven't had time with in a few years, and if I look into the evening hours, I'm simply glad I won't be the last one out of Canisius Hall again. I have time to work on writing projects and bringing back mental sanity from the crazy that is life right now.

I am so thankful that I had the Brown School. Like I noted yesterday, it simply stays with me for life. The beauty, spirit, brilliance, and magic of those stunning human beings. 

Fueled me for life and, for that, I am thankful.