I haven't much to say, just felt like blogging.
I would love to post cool pictures, and inspirational links and use witty and pithy phraseology.
You'll just have to go here for that.
and SOMEONE's got a THING coming up on friday.....
I find I am tired in the evenings.
But so far I do like this job.
I've lost an hour in the mornings, so there is some rushing and a wee bit of shouting that goes down, but other than that, oh and the fact of missing two days at home with Emma, and having time with the kids in the afternoon, it's all good.
Bill makes good dinners. The one night I've cooked since I've worked was packaged crock pot pot roast (really annoying and redundant, but how else should I put it?) and it was NOT GOOD. I guess any time the meal requires the word "pot" twice you should have a clue about the outcome, no?
I like coming home and not cooking. I've NO complaints about that.
I've exercised 3 out of the last 4 days, and scrapped a layout last night, (not the one I NEEDED to do, mind you, but the one I WANTED to do.)
So now I'm scanning aforementioned layout to post here for your viewing pleasure. Some of you may recall this from my "day in the life" post.
It's uploading now.
I just remembered why I started taking pictures of layouts rather than scanning them.
But I'm out o' batteries.
That's on the list, along with returning shoes that were cute and comfortable and practical in the store, and came home and they were cute and killer, and as a result, not practical. I don't know how that works. It's WRONG.
This is all just lame.
I'm off to read The Diary of George Fox. I like him. Unafraid. Nonconformist. I think of the Quakers as quiet, gentle, behind the scenes sort of folks, but there was jail time and martyrdom for these people back in the day.
Life is so different now. For all of us.