conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

I'm thinking about the upcoming possibilities. I'm thinking about learning how to think in new ways (O analytical thought configurations! Thou dost plague me!). I'm thinking about books and projects and creativity and how I might never sleep again. I'm wondering how Spouse will cope with even greater insanity. I am caught in a pinwheel of my imagination. Alas. 

O God, who brought me from the rest of last night
To the joyous light of this day,
Bring me from the new light of this day
To the guiding light of eternity.
Oh! from the new light of this day
To the guiding light of eternity. 

It's a curious place to be. Let's be clear about one thing: It's not unique. That said, it is no less troublesome. I need to work on comps questions and fulfill the scholastic requirements of the academy. I'm happy and grateful to do so. But the questions I'm beginning to ask are different. I'm wondering about things that cannot be expressed in a dissertation. 

I'm going to need your help, Spouse, Cath, and Jordan. Be warned. 

And thank you...