A Week With Three Mondays

The holiday threw my sense of time out of whack.

Monday was Monday. Then Tuesday was a holiday which felt like a Sunday. Then back to work on Wednesday which felt like Monday all over again. Because of threatening weather, I did my normal Friday chores on Thursday which tricked my mind and body into thinking Thursday was Friday. But it’s back to work again today — which feels like another Monday to me.

Does that make sense?

No. It doesn’t to me either. But that’s what it feels like.

The highpoint of the past week was that one of those nights, I think it was Wednesday or 2^nd Monday, Ginny & I went to the library and afterwards enjoyed a super long conversation. We talked about books, birds, problems at her work, my interest in pornography, a party the kids have planned to hold at our house, our own vacation plans, the space shuttle (which was supposed to launch on Monday), and a bunch of other subjects of interest to us.

My work continues to focus on that Civil War diary; I’ve put the fire history on a back burner for another few weeks.

Spiritually low this week. No sign of God in my universe. That’s not unusual. Sometimes you have to keep on doing the right thing (or the wrong thing) just because it’s the right thing even when there’s no spiritual lift involved. He’s still here, I’m just not aware of Him at the moment.

Or, maybe God takes Monday’s off.