This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again.
John 3:16-17 (context)
Since starting my job last Wednesday, I keep finding myself opening Blogger…and never quite getting around to writing a blog. In fact, my schedule has now contracted from “Totally wide open” to “Barely time to brush my teeth.” Last night, for example, I arrived home at 6:45, showered, ate dinner, and started reading a really bad Clive Cussler book. By 8:05 my eyelids had started sliding down and I don’t think I made it to 8:30. Eventually I dragged myself out of bed long enough to brush my teeth, after which I fell asleep and slept like a log (writing that I have to wonder: What do logs sleep like? Unmoving? Because in general I’d say logs don’t sleep, so sleeping like one doesn’t really make sense.) until my 5:30 alarm.
Today, however, I did a mixed commute, biking a mere 8.5 miles to the Bellevue Transit Center and finishing with a 30-minute bus ride. The advantage of this procedure was that I arrived at work early enough so as to leave before 5:00 pm (I’m finding that I like even a few days of an actual 9 – 5 schedule about as much as I like scrubbing toilets. Possibly a bit less than that, actually). I arrived home about 6:00 pm and — check it out — I’m still awake and perky at 7:20 pm. If this doesn’t seem like an achievement, try riding 20 miles twice, eight hours apart, and see when you feel like falling asleep that night.
As I just mentioned, I just started these shenanigans last Wednesday. Already I’m encountering some difficulties getting actual hard and fast borders established around my job. Right before I left I saw an email from the Executive Director to the board in which she described my job… completely unlike what I thought my job was. Hmmm. Before I go haring off in the wrong direction, I think I’m going to need to confirm with everybody at the Bike Alliance about what my actual role is and, more importantly, what it is not. This kind of conversation makes me feel like I have worms in my socks, but the next 10 months won’t be pretty if I avoid this. Ick.
On a brighter note, here’s another picture from this weekend’s sunset photo shoot. None of them turned out breathtaking, but a number came out fairly nice.