Mostly I have my RS president hat on today. And a memorial service tonight for that young man. And another death on Monday that affects my flock of sisters, and two really good visiting teachers who reported a third thing back to me that Bishop and I are going to have to deal with, and I was up too late talking with NintendoMan, and I ate dinner at the place where I forgot my debit card last week and they let me write a check (just to say thank-you in a tangible way), and I sat there too long so the Distribution Center was closed by the time I got to the temple, and I had to wash out some things by hand and they are not quite dry, and I need to leave in 15 minutes, and I have no idea what I want to eat for breakfast, and Lorelai is running on empty, and I do not know if I will get the second half of my temple recommend interview tonight because I think everybody will be at the memorial service (which the non-four-year-old parts of me understand is way more important than anything else which will be going on in my stake tonight).
This post has been brought to you by the letter T, for tired, and by a grant from the Cherry Coke Foundation, which supports exhausted twitterpated single mother Relief Society presidents throughout the known world.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!