Except it isn't. i'm stealing a few minutes to write this, having borrowed bub's computer to finish my newspaper articles, and, thank and praise God (for all)!!!!!, having finished them and submitted them early. It's been a hectic week, but a productive one overall. Monday was work, and then work at night, covering an unexpected (and blessedly uneventful) three hour public budget hearing on a local district facing a million dollar budget deficit.
Tuesday was work, and some goofing off, then cleaning the kitchen, showering, and beginning to write up Monday's meeting (there were around 7 pages of notes).
A note on the cleaning. See, lately i've been feeling off. Okay, maybe more than off. Sunday night i cried to v (or rather narrowly avoided crying to her) because, on top of everything else, e. has finally moved on and begun dating someone new. The reasons why this made me cry would make another post, one perhaps long enough that i shouldn't get into it whilst slipping this post in on a borrowed computer. For now, though, i'm discussing my week.
Tuesday night God gave me a real gift. i'm attacking the kitchen (a miasma of mold and cat poop which had not been attacked in longer than i care to admit), and moody. God used the work, though, and the music i listened to, to touch me and refresh me in a way it might be hard to describe. Belting out songs that i love but hadn't perhaps heard in a while, songs of praise and God's assistance, or songs of a secular sort, surrounding woman's power and sticking it to men- it did me so much good. The article could then be begun. God really does sometimes hide blessings in things you don't realize. He really does help us out! Thank and praise Him! (again)! So wednesday was work, mash (my relaxation formula), a walk, work on the long article, attendance at my favorite short township meeting (usually lasts a half an hour or so, and is right down the road), and finishing writing the long article, watching in plain sight, and editing the long article. Today was work, picking up the police report, taking mom for ice cream (okay so we've done that a lot this week, the list isn't exhaustive of ways i goof off :O) ), walking the dog, watching a show with bubs, and the writing up of the short meeting and completion of editing and combining the long article. Then submission which feels great. then blogging, also great. now, however, my conscience is getting to me, so i'll offer bubs back his computer. miss you.
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