Friday, May 30, 2008

Quiet Day into the Weekend

It has thankfully been a quiet day. Spent prayerfully while I work at tasks that have not exactly required the full engagement of my brain. Stapling. Sorting. Folding. Photocopying. Opening and distributing mail.

Not as enjoyably quiet as yesterday, when the bane of my professional existence was home sick with food poisoning, but quiet nonetheless.

These days quiet makes me simultaneously happy and nervous. Happy because no disaster has befallen that particular day. Nervous because “disasters” seem to be coming with great regularity lately and I find myself “waiting for the other shoe to fall.” (That last bit, by the way, is a lovely example of the weirdly awkward and non-sensical nature of English idioms.)

There is an hour and a half left in my work day.

And I’ll be really glad for the weekend to come.

It’s been a full week. Good, but full, and I’m ready to rest. One more social event tonight (a dinner at my aunt’s house, to welcome three different missionaries from West Africa – there will only be two of us in attendance who haven’t been to Africa – the “Africa virgins” of the bunch, just waiting to be converted to “sanity in our future travels.”). After this evening I have a couple of days designated mostly for laughter and rest.

We have houseguests again, but they will be making a day trip tomorrow, and my house will be blessedly empty for the day. I have plans to occupy my couch for much of the day. Reading, watching a movie or two, writing, sleeping, preparing a Sunday school lesson. Maybe cooking. A day to myself sounds like a blessing that should be taken full advantage of, don’t you think?