I don't have time to be laying in bed or wheezing about these days yet that's been the thrill of this last week. The flu has come to visit and has hit me from left field.
Let me just say that it's one thing to be sick and have a clear schedule, and completely another to have an urgent set of deadlines coming up to smack you in the face pretty quickly.
Well this week is deadline week. I'm teaching a pretty intense seminar in the prison tonight, and I have a report I need to write up today sometime for another church. Then I need to meet with some people tomorrow and Friday, and then, I need to get ready for Sunday. Sunday, the first Sunday in Lent.
I suppose it would help if I could sleep. Children's needs keeping me up most of the night. Awake mostly praying. Awake wishing. Awake hoping. Awake... awake.
This week is intense on me. And so it feels like here I am, being intense back at the week. This will be mistaken for impatience, or frustration. I am becoming aware of how this shapes me. So I am going to take steps to de-intensify.
But first I should wipe up that huge loogie I just sneezed onto the floor.