Brutal is the word of the day. I met with my mentor at 7:30am and my spiritual director at 7:30pm. I had a peer observation after my teammate sent my afternoon block over with 5 oreos each. (I think I'm giving out Valentine candy Friday. Touche.)) I got really encouraging feedback; she told me that it was one of the best lessons she'd seen in years. I sent four kids to the principal's office (one got ISS and another got 3 days OSS). I went to get my oil changed and make sure that the weird noise isn't going to kill me. It's not. It's my right front wheel bearing and is scheduled to be fixed Friday.
Feast days are festive at my monastary. We chanted Psalms 111, 112, and 113; there were no laments. And, Scholastica was Benedict's sister so she's the monastary's patron saint. The final prayer was quite good about our voices matching our minds and hearts. And, having the grace to bear one another's infirmities both of body and character. I came away wanting to get up earlier in the morning to have some Scripture time. So I need to go to bed.
Tomorrow night I'm going to see Frost/Nixon live at the Blumenthal. I thought it was next week so I was confused and a little overwhelmed. I'm a busy bee, and it doesn't suit me one bit. I crave way more down time than I'm getting. I remember when I was unemployed wishing I could bottle the time for when I needed it-- this would be a time I'd open a bottle of chillax. It's just when I get this busy, I feel to thinly spread.
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