Monday funday
I can tell it’s going to be One of Those Weeks. Not a bad one. Just a crazy-busy one at work.
I called a mover. He said we can move the Saturday before Easter. Sigh. I was hoping to do it sooner. But goodness knows I can use the extra time.
I know it’s going to be another week that I don’t do certain projects on my list and then I will feel my soul crushed under the weight of “great, another Thing not done.”
I reached out to a gal I wanted to hire last year. She said to call when I moved to her neighborhood and here I am. If only she had been eager to drive out to Egypt for a few months, we could have had such a lovely list of achievements by now.
She isn’t returning my calls. WHY DOES NOBODY RETURN MY CALLS WHEN I WANT TO HIRE THEM!?!
I’m trying very hard to not be nervous about my load with the move coming up.
The way I figure, God gave me two gifts that I get to open each day — my eyes. Everything else, then, is surmountable.
Of course, try telling that to my knotted-up belly …