Beautifully Weary

I'm exhausted. But its the good kind of exhaustion. The kind where you wake up but your eyelids refuse to part ways, and yet you just have to smile.

Last night was spend in some seriously weighty discourse (something I live for) covering everything from eschatology to the sovereignty/free will debate. It was great.

Last night took me back a few years. Back to my first couple of years of college where this was an almost nightly thing. Sitting in married student housing or the doughnut shop or the annex always forward to what lied ahead.

I'm not a college student anymore and those four hours of sleep are a lot tougher to recover from than they used to be. But here I sit, full of espresso, Robbie Seay singing about better days and beautifully weary. Life is good.