I have plenty to say, it's just that by the end of the day, I'm too tired to say it. This weekend was exactly what I needed. Restful. I read three books (I read fiction really, really fast. I dunno, I just taught myself at an early age to read fiction by seeing a paragraph at a time, and my brain somehow processes the whole thing at once. Non-fiction, I read at normal speeds.) I watched TV. A friend came over for dinner. Had a disagreement with the only friend I ever argue with (nothing exciting, but something to do.)
Ended with the barn this afternoon and home to begin getting the kids ready for the week. I've been a little low recently. The administrative aspects of my job are starting to bore me to pieces. I haven't yet met with the developer, but I figure that'll happen when it happens. (He's always been hard to pin down. He's busy. He needs me!) In the meantime, I'll work on enjoying the lack of stress a boring job entails. At least my co-workers remain fabulous. That's pure gold right there. Not everyone lucks out like that. So I'll enjoy them while I'm still around, and focus on that.
Another week lies ahead. I must find a way to love my days, no matter what's happening, or what isn't. I refuse to be bored. Bored people are boring. I know there's a way. Now, I just have to find out how I'm going to do this.