Anxiety in the heart causes depression, but a good word makes it glad.
…but it was just dog doo. – Ian’s sweet love poem to me.
I’m not sure what it is – possibly just jet lag – but I’ve felt lethargic a great deal recently: lack of academic motivation, motivation to do much besides sleep. Though today we got up nice and early, I studied some, we went to church, walked back through the early St. Patrick’s Day parade crowds, attempted to study more, and at 5:00 I began making spaghetti dinner for Ian and Luke. The food turned out well, a nice balanced meal even including (against Ian’s wishes) some nice vegetables. We did much-needed laundry as well, squeezed in a Star Trek episode and fried ice cream at Tortilla Sam’s, and here I am ready to drop dead from exhaustion.
Church went well, albeit oddly. Everybody felt like they knew Ian already, so they came up and said things to the effect of, “Hi, Ian, I know you don’t know me but I sure feel like I know you!” or my personal favorite, “So you’re not just a myth!” Thankfully Ian isn’t just a figment of my imagination. The second most amusing part was that the pastor mentioned Ian first among all the announcements: “Ian’s returned from across the ocean…” as if he’d been to the church before. Small churches get that way, I guess; it’s something I like about them – you can actually claim to at least recognize all the attenders. Then again, I’ve always been one who preferred smaller intimate groups to large energetic throngs.
Ugh. Energy. I’ve got to go recharge my batteries now, but I promise a more thoughtful post in the near future. Any topics of interest you’d like me to address particularly?
– KF –