The Seventh Sign?

After a miserable day of Spanish Friday, during which thoughts of cutting my losses crossed my mind for about the four hours that I spent in class yesterday, I spent the day in an internet cafe tracking the NFL draft. I could be mistaken on this, but I think that a successful first round for the Jets is the seventh sign of the apocolypse. I suppose if the Jets can draft smartly in the first round, anything can happen.

Manana I head off to Santa Cruz, another lakeside town, for a different pursuit. I hope to have enough time at the end of the week to visit a nearby city, but that remains to be seen. The place that I'm going has cold showers and a terrible internet connection, so I don't expect to have anything more until next weekend.