Of the past 12 Sundays, I have taught 8 of them, was out of town for one, and had to work for at least 2 (if not all three) of the remaining 3 Sundays. Fun, but it was so nice to be able to just sit in a service.
It makes for a much shorter Sunday than usual. Eight hours of work didn't seem so formidable after only being at church for 2 hours, instead of 6.
I really don't have much else to say, though. It was a pretty uneventful day. Church, lunch, work, home. And I don't think you really want to hear about all the time I spent scrubbing walls or changing translites at work.
Nah, that's so boring.
Kat's home from Creston, which means that I have someone to hang out with again. Of course, it worked out just fine to have no one to spend time with last week, because I was sick for half the week, anyways. But still. There are many, many stories to tell, and I am eagerly awaiting her listening ear.
I met a storyteller today.
I'm still in a productive mood... I got home and cleaned the litter box, cleaned the kitchen, and took out the garbage, and now I should fold and put away the clean laundry that has been hanging on the drying rack for the past few days.
Stories are calming. I love the character of the Bum in UBAR--he's such an agitated character in so many ways, but stories calm him. Every time he starts to tell or hear a story, he changes, and something in him is different. I love that. I love the power that they have. Yes, with characters, but also within real people's lives, too.
Anyways, many stories to be told; many stories still being written.
Jen told me the other day that my life may not be as "drama-queen dramatic" as it used to be, but it's still a story, unfolding little by little. According to her, my life is a 6-dvd Pride and Prejudice marathon, rather than a 1/2 hour kids' movie.
I like that.
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