The evolution of risk into a controllable entity

Busy orientation day and worn out just before bed, as a full-day retreat beckons in the morning.  Too tired to really write, but:

- a payment plan is being worked out, as I was fortunate to find that my graduate program has the flexibility to allow a portion of the tuition to be paid in the second semester.  We will be staying in Toronto for the long haul and will not be forced to give up on this long-planned dream.

- will be selling my car to save money, and frankly, I won't miss it in this city of incredible public transportation and pointless traffic jams; it long since did the job of allowing me to court the girl who would accompany me here as my life partner.

- will be entering a debt-management program.  The credit card debt has been out of control for years, and not only will no car help keep that down, but sometimes a forced day of reckoning is just what a person needs.

- I should be able to skate on the money we have until the financial aid comes through (presumably) next week, and Jen can soon hit the job trail in earnest with a new phone.

- I already know that I'm really going to like this school, having already met and heard from a gang of entertaining and engaging professors, one who reminds me of my first guitar teacher in college: brash, headstrong, funny, and hand-talking to the nines.

- our personal effects finally arrived yesterday, and assembling the bed was the first step to getting back to normal.  We're missing a shower curtain and everything is disorganized, but only a couple of poorly-packed wine goblets broke, and I need to fix the handlebars on my bike, but ship-shape otherwise.