Give thanks to the Lord, call on His name.
Make known His deeds among the people;
Make them remember that His name is exalted.
Praise the Lord in song, for He has done excellent things;
Let this be known throughout the earth.
Another lame milestone: The puddle outside our doorway, caused by an apparently leaky freezer at right angles to the door, has reached a new and excessive width and gooeyness. It does indeed feel like walking through a small puddle now. [Update] Turns out water is leaking from the roof of the fridge, so goodness only knows what it is we have been walking through, or where it comes from.
A second-to-last lame milestone: I have come up with a new idiom along the lines of the whole “Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick” thing. My idiom is:
Better than a day spent reading SOPs.
Because everything is better than that.
Final lame milestone: The weather remains unbreakably hot and humid, so that sleeping becomes an exercise in sweating. Fortunately, the Prius seems to thrive on this weather and we achieved a new high gas mileage: 51 mpg for our last tank, with an average of 47.5 mpg in the 4,000 miles we have driven so far.
Excuse me while I go sweat.
[Update:] Per Lesley’s comment about heart-crushing, etc. I’d like it to go on the record that as time goes by I’m actually enjoying myself pretty well. This post happened to be a bit whiney, and I apologize if the general tone of my blog has become more negative overall, because actually I’ve felt very happy and perky. I’m getting the hang of processes at work, people seem to start knowing who I am, I’ve started receiving small amounts of important work (send this report out or everybody will DIE, that kind of thing) and I’m getting adept enough I don’t need too many instructons. Plus I get to read or doze for an hour every day on my commute, we have a pool to swim in at our apartment complex, and I get to puddle-jump every time I leave the room! And there’s free cake tomorrow. So like I said, even while I’m sweating (I can’t justify the CFCs, Deborah; we just drink a ton of ice water) I feel joyful. Consider it pure joy.