Progress of one sort or another?

Scott is still on campus tonight.  It’s going to be one of those weeks.

I used to be so filled with shame that he still has the dissertation hanging over his head.  The mortification I felt when I had to tell other people he still wasn’t done — that was every kind of real.  But I also needed to express myself to those precious few people that I was willing to let in.

Now I don’t really feel that embarrasment anymore.  Whatever.  It’s still weird to be in school at 42, sure.  Yes.  Definitely.  But it is what it is, and other people’s ideas say far more about other people than it does about us.

So, even if he’s on campus (still) (still – still.) at least I can talk about it?