I don’t understand. It was just Friday night and I had the whole weekend in front of me.
And tomorrow is Monday and it is not a holiday.
Excuse me? What is the meaning of this?
Sit up straight.
Get on with it.
Okay, so yesterday I was working on my presentation for the Southern California Kinder Conference and getting distracted by Teen Mom and Facebook and Blogs and Pinterest and neighbors and all other manner of Things More Fun Than Work when I became obsessed, I mean, obsessed with getting my desktop organized in a way I had seen months ago but didn’t know how to do.
The hubby said, “Don’t get sidetracked by that right now.”
I said, “I have to do this. It is taking over my life and I will not rest, I shall not rest, until I figure this out.”
Well . . . I couldn’t figure it out and then we had a birthday dinner for a friend and then I had to rest because I just love sleep and have ranked it in my Top Five Favorite Things To Do Of All Time.
And then this morning, while on an early morning walk with Murphie before church, it hit me.
And I raced home, raced meaning I huffed and puffed and wondered how in the world I could get the walk home not to include a hill or the sun in my eyes or any kind of pain, and when I finally made it home, I sat down at my computer and guess what?
I figured it out.
And I am so proud of myself, if I do say so myself. And I say so. I am proud of myself.