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A Wave in Passing
May. 4th, 2004 06:03 pmWas home sick yesterday with a terrible sore throat. I slept most of the afternoon and was too zonked to even read LJ, much less do any homework or writing. Was sufficiently better today to go to work, but the cold meds have left me a bit spacey.
I called SHS today and asked about applying for an Incomplete for my Swedenborgian Exegesis class. I just can not keep up, and the prof suggested this a few weeks ago, after hearing about my dad's diagnosis.
My pastor called me today just to say Hi and check in to see how I'm doing. He said he's worried about me, which was sweet. He also mentioned that the Board had had a retreat last Saturday, and one of the realizations they came to was that having a president was a patriarchal/hierarchical custom they really didn't need, and that my abrupt departure had opened the way for that realization. So apparently those who were upset are coming to terms with things. Evidently people have also been asking about me for reasons other than being upset about my resignation, so that felt good.
During some free time at work today I wrote up some of my reactions to working on my Christian Ethics paper about plural marriage, but then forgot to send it home to myself. You'll all have to wait another day for that report.
My gaming group is meeting this weekend. We'll be playing Pax Draconis for the first time. I'd be a lot more excited if I didn't feel so brain-dead. I don't have the rule book and wouldn't have time to study it even if I did. I have an idea for a character but won't be able to actually roll her up until Saturday. It's ridiculous to stress over a game, but I'm feeling some because of my ignorance and lack of preparation. I'm consoling myself with the thought that my friends aren't going to be upset.
My DVD copies of "Peter Pan" and "The Last Samurai" arrived this evening from Amazon. The Child and I are going to eat stuffed crust pizza and watch "Peter Pan" for a while, then I'm going to try to plow through about forty sections of Swedenborg writing about "Revelation" and try to come up with something coherent I can post for class tomorrow.
And my studio still isn't painted. Sigh.
But my house is clean, and Dad continues to feel better ever day.
Love to all. . .
I called SHS today and asked about applying for an Incomplete for my Swedenborgian Exegesis class. I just can not keep up, and the prof suggested this a few weeks ago, after hearing about my dad's diagnosis.
My pastor called me today just to say Hi and check in to see how I'm doing. He said he's worried about me, which was sweet. He also mentioned that the Board had had a retreat last Saturday, and one of the realizations they came to was that having a president was a patriarchal/hierarchical custom they really didn't need, and that my abrupt departure had opened the way for that realization. So apparently those who were upset are coming to terms with things. Evidently people have also been asking about me for reasons other than being upset about my resignation, so that felt good.
During some free time at work today I wrote up some of my reactions to working on my Christian Ethics paper about plural marriage, but then forgot to send it home to myself. You'll all have to wait another day for that report.
My gaming group is meeting this weekend. We'll be playing Pax Draconis for the first time. I'd be a lot more excited if I didn't feel so brain-dead. I don't have the rule book and wouldn't have time to study it even if I did. I have an idea for a character but won't be able to actually roll her up until Saturday. It's ridiculous to stress over a game, but I'm feeling some because of my ignorance and lack of preparation. I'm consoling myself with the thought that my friends aren't going to be upset.
My DVD copies of "Peter Pan" and "The Last Samurai" arrived this evening from Amazon. The Child and I are going to eat stuffed crust pizza and watch "Peter Pan" for a while, then I'm going to try to plow through about forty sections of Swedenborg writing about "Revelation" and try to come up with something coherent I can post for class tomorrow.
And my studio still isn't painted. Sigh.
But my house is clean, and Dad continues to feel better ever day.
Love to all. . .
