I am so glad this week is over

I am tired. I am hungry. I am stressed. My house is a mess. I feel like I've been so distant from my offline friends for the past few months that I have no one to call for a verbal hug and reassurance. I haven't done any kind of spiritual practice for the past two weeks or more. There was a big move at the office today and thanks in large part to a belated decision on Miss Vicki's part I ended up having to handle a weird issue with which printer and fax went where. (She was off at a team-building event playing whirlyball.) It should not have been a big deal, but I was brain dead with low blood sugar and was not capable of thinking all that clearly. I also knew that I had to do it the way Miss V wanted it or I would catch hell for it Tuesday when she's back in the office. Finally, on the drive home, I realized that the printer locations may still be messed up, but this is not a big deal in the grand scheme of things (even if Miss V decides it is). But I like to be right, especially when other people and their work are involved. I don't want to mess someone up. There's a fine line between being careful and detail-oriented on the one hand and obsessively perfectionist on the other. I just got home from work (left an hour early -- and most people had already gone) and am about to grab a good, light book and my notebook and go to the IHOP three blocks away for french toast and bacon and some chilling out. I need some comfort food right now. (All I've had all day was a bagel with cream cheese and a couple of doughnut holes. Gack!) Fortunately, The Child is with my parents until around 8pm.

I watched the first bit of Moulin Rouge last night -- through the Elephant Love Medley. I spent part of the time mourning the loss of impact on the small screen, but most of it delighted all over again by what a wonderful movie it is.

Ok. . . on the good side. My daughter and father and I had a great time at the basketball game. My realization about accepting life change is making a positive difference in my mothering. My boss really likes me and thinks I do a great job, and she doesn't much care for Miss V either. Miss V's boss (a woman not easily impressed) keeps telling me how pleased she is by my work on the newsletter. I am reading a really good book right now (The Active Life by Parker Palmer) which is giving me a lot to think about, and about which I will post more later. I really am loved by a lot of wonderful people, even if I feel lonely right now. My house is a mess, but I have a house. My job has been stressful all week, but I have a job, and it's basically a good job.

That's enough for now. Over and out. I'm off to snarf french toast.