Trebuchet

I could not resist this font--it is named trebuchet. Isn't that some kind of Medieval weapon? With a French sounding name, I would think there would be curls or at least serif. Funny, it doesn't look snotty.
I am trying to catch up on school work: correcting papers, entering grades, prepping lessons at least one day ahead. I am almost there. Other areas of life are not quite so neatly delineated. 'Tis the problem. I need assignments and deadlines for housework and relationships and such.

About Control

My daughter Colleen was musing about control of her life in her blog today. I still occasionally wonder whether I have control over my fate. The rest of the time I realize randomness rules which is maybe best. But maybe I don't believe in random. There has to be some plan along with reasons we all land where we do. It's just that no one has taken the time to send me the itinerary.

As I was looking at clip art circles to decorate this entry, I was reminded of conch shells and Fibonacci numbers. Maybe nothing is random, and that is why there is hope.