I’m indulging in my first chocolate post-smoke out.

I discovered last year that Godiva chocolate ice cream, despite its high-class name, was rather sub-par chocolate ice cream.

But now I’m spooning with Blue Bell Dutch chocolate (God bless those little Dutch boys) and enjoying every single drop. It tastes like rich, rich chocolate pudding. Only better. Much better.

I don’t remember it tasting this good.

I don’t suppose it ever has.

In really, really, really good news, I found out my graduation date.

I’ll be exactly 34 years and one week old when I get my Bachelor’s.

Better late than never on both accounts, I suppose.

And class starts on Monday. I’m almost ready.

Almost.