Three Mice
Alright, the mice are officially breeding. I’ve seen three smaller mice today. Just sent an e-mail to Agnes telling her I’m not paying rent this month until they’re all gone. Drama? Yes. Did I start it? Yes. And guess what — I’m fine with that.
School is burning me out. Actually, the “extras” are burning me out. I have a CUSH public meeting tonight, which is great and I”m excited, but I really don’t have time for it right now. After that is the Up ’til Dawn letter-writing event. I’m only sending out a few letters, and I’ll donate extra money. I don’t feel it’s necessary to ask other people for money, when they don’t have chunk change just sitting around the place. At least not what they’re asking for.
The newspaper convention was great. Kansas City has been redeemed in my eyes. It’s really starting to clean up and look like a bona fide city. In a couple of years I want to go back and see what has been done. Maybe I’ll scratch it from the most useless place in the U.S. list then. (Then that will only leave Iowa, Nebraska, Kansas and Texas.)
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Daniel Ross-Jones serves as Minister for Youth & Young Adults at First Congregational Church of Palo Alto, United Church of Christ. Living in the San Francisco Bay Area for a time still measured in months, he is frequently getting lost and discovering treasures of a landscape very different from his Upper Midwestern roots. Green Jello Hotdish is a blog exploring the intersections of his days. 
