Saturday Again

I went to bed and woke up kind of sick.

I really wanted to enjoy this Saturday...and I WILL, dang it.

This past week has been insane (in addition to the insanity of teaching):

-Monday- choir concert--executing a middle school choir concert....can be tough.

-Tuesday- new community group

-Wednesday- best friend arrives at airport after being gone to another country for a year (woo!!!!)

-Thursday- parents in town

-Friday- performance for city dignitaries, plus...parents, best friend, new friend

And on top of all of this, I've been trying to communicate with a new friend, whom I fear feels put on the back burner....

...and i'm sick now.

SUMMER: WHERE ARE YOU?

Oh hi, Blinking Cursor. I'm resisting the overwhelming desire to tell you that I hate you.

You seem impatient, as if you're tapping your foot or drumming your fingers, thrump, thrump, on a table. So sorry to keep you waiting, but thoughts that feel comfortable enough to share are scant today, and I am nursing my fatigued mind with trivialities.

I really did try this morning to think on substantial things, and I may resume that oh-so-important theology book soon enough. Perhaps that would provide me with enough words to regurgitate onto this page--though I know your blinking will never stop, friend... We have that in common. That sense of anticipation. I know you crave words, characters, really. What I want isn't something I can fully have in this life.

"Set your hearts and minds on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God."

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Am I merely treading water lately instead of getting somewhere? They say, "Just keep swimming." I know.

but i feel like a blinking cursor

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This is what I did instead of reading this morning: