Glory to His name, the week’s nearly over! This has been a long one, ladies. (Stephen, that includes you.) (You know you love it.)
So I got a laptop last week. Yeah, that’s right. Don’t get all judgy on me, either. I got an awesome deal and thanks to the government’s bizarre scheme to revive the economy (that, in my case, totally worked) it’s pretty muchly paid for. Yay.
I had all these lofty ideas of sitting in Panera, leisurly sipping a latte, chatting with the regulars and writing the moderately witty, infrequently posted mediocrity that a few of you have come to know and sort of like. However, that has proven, most ostinsibly, not to be the case. (Yeah, you heard me. Ostensibly. Look it up.) I HAVE been in Panera (every stinkin day), gulping down coffee, ignoring the crazies while furiously working on my moderately intelligent, semi-coherent and decidedly mediocre paper for Lisa J. (This, of course, is my opinion. Lisa was very complimentary.) And today…today she declared me almost done and ordered that I take some time away from it to work on other things. So far those other things have been playing Jewel Quest (it’s addictive, like the Tetris), reading all my bloggy buddies’ posts, checking facebook, and texting my friends. Apparently when I relax my brain reverts to high school behavior. That’s cool, though. You know. Whateves.
Alright. That made me shudder, too.
But now. NOW I’m livin’ the dream, baby. Kind of. I’m at Panera, writing ridiculous nonsense, sipping my Mocha…still ignoring the crazies. No lie, there’s a teenager working behind the counter talking about pulling on his uvula. (The tiny punching bag that hangs in the back of your throat. It sounds dirty, but it’s not)
I’m still fighting the urge to go “I’m supposed to be working on something! Aren’t there dishes to do, or Bible studies to catch up on or, you know, gutters to be cleaned or something???” I’m trying to dial down the stress. I’m learning. I’m almost there. But the truth is (thank you, Pastor Steve) that sometimes it IS just time to relax. Sometimes you can’t do it, whatever IT may be, on the first try. Sometimes you need to take a step back, get some perspective, and try to ignore the guy pulling on his uvula.
Cross stitch THAT on a pillow, baby.