As I waited in what amounted to a wind tunnel for the bus this evening I reflected that today actually went far better than I expected it would as I was trying to make myself get up at 5:30 this morning. I got a lot done at work and then went to my computer lab where, just like every week, the professor was there to make what I felt were huge problems seem smaller. He is so supportive, I’m sure I’d be in far worse shape than I am if it weren’t for him and a few other students in the class that help me sort stuff out. I can’t say that I understand what we did tonight, not specifically, but in a vague sort of way I get it. At least for now. Final exam: two weeks from tonight.

So I’m waiting for the bus in aforementioned wind tunnel, and realizing that the day wasn’t half bad when at 5:20 the bell tower carillon began to play..soft at first, but a rather frantic fugue, and I thought how odd that someone was beginning to play at 5:20, when generally I hear them at noon. It reminded me of Mom who went to school there, and played the organ and I think secretly would have LOVED to play the carillon. The music got louder and more frantic, I closed my eyes and listened to it above the hum of cars and people going by. It began to fade away as my bus rounded the corner at State and North University, heading to pick me up, late as usual. If the bus had been on time I wouldn’t have heard the concert. The music stopped as the bus pulled up.

I know it’s going to sound weird, but I think the music was a sign from Mom; I think she was scolding me for getting so worked up about stuff that inevitably turns out OK.  I guess she’s right. I’ll try not to get so bent out of shape as the final approaches. But I’m not promising anything.