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It's been a long and busy week. Tomorrow, I begin the "process" that is law school final exams. That's not to say that I start taking finals tomorrow; it's just that tomorrow I start compiling all that I need to know for my various exams. This is what is known as outlining and most students start digging into this sort of work about a month before finals. This means that I'm on schedule.

Brooke and I have made an offer on an condo in South Boston. It was accepted last Sunday and we're in the negotiation phase prior to the signing of the purchase and sale agreement. It is good space and we have grand plans for our little home in Southie. It's not the best of times for me, considering school, but it'll work out well and, hell, you can't really plan these things. Suffice it to say that even if I fail out, we'll have a sweet roof deck to relax on this summer.

You know, it strikes me in reviewing the last month or so that, outside of the condo construction stuff, I wouldn't have had much to run by my father recently, had he been around. Likely, I would have caught up with him occasionally; in a perfect world, it would have been the Daddio of years past, sans breathing problems and the Fear that plagued him his last few years. But, man, how I'd love to pick his brain about our condo right now. I don't think he ever saw the value, beyond the nickel and dime, of his knowledge and experience. Hell, I really didn't either and I know I never expressed my appreciation for it to him. There is nothing like the death of a parent to make you feel regret.

Tomorrow is the beginning of something that my father would have never understood. Yet, he would encourage me and urge me on. That's the definition of faith as far as I'm concerned. Unqualified conviction. God damn, I miss that crusty old man.

S.