All played out... That's how I feel.
Since posting my random 8 it's been a long and random week:
1. I spent most of last weekend covertly looking at the sealed box that arrived via "Muggle Mail" from Amazon.com on Saturday morning. Why didn't I just rip it open immediately and dive into the wizarding world? Because...
2. I preached on Sunday, and many of you know about last minute revising, tweaking, and even - 11th hour inspiration, right???
3. I had 3 other writing projects to finish by Monday - including a final self-evaluation for my CPE program. By 9pm Sunday, they were done - the box was opened and a couple chapters got read before I fell into bed, exhausted.
4. Monday - I started saying goodbye to staff members and some of the regulars in the clinic to whom I've ministered over the past 6 months. I also sent the DH and R off on a train to New Orleans for a church-youth-group-sponsored service trip.
5. Tuesday - All day final CPE group meeting with a potluck lunch, ending with a goodbye ritual planned by two of us. Chalice lighting and anointing were involved - it was brief and ecumenical - followed by hugs all around. Dear Spirit, I'm going to miss these people. Finished HP #7, late at night.
6. Wednesday - A bit of a random scare with a routine annual test. Further testing showed no reason for concern. Whew! Tried all afternoon to get off the dime on my next writing project - my next sermon. No luck. Could go in about three different directions. Chose a couple of readings and drafted the order of service, though, so I guess there was some progress.
7. Thursday - Awakened at about 3am to the sound of a train wreck! Once I was really aware, I figured out that it was just a VERY LOUD thunderstorm. Of course this happens when I have to get up about 2 hours later, because this is my day to spend with my Mom going to her eye specialist. Same old thing - surgery "sort of" recommended, but nothing is dramatically bad. The glaucoma she's been living with for a looooong time is kind of like a mouse with a huge wheel of cheese. The disease nibbles away at her eyesight, bit by bit, but nothing so dramatic that surgery seems necessary. The risk factors so far outweigh the possible benefit. Mom's in no hurry to go under the knife, so we agree to wait some more. On the way home I stop at the outlet mall. I treated myself to new jammies and a quiet cup of coffee alone.
8. Tomorrow - More hours in the hospital, more goodbyes, then I get to spend the weekend with M*. We have tickets for a concert - other than that, our time is unplanned!
**The cats are (above left) Spot, age 11 and (above right) Minnie, age 9. Yes, they are related. Minnie is Spot's aunt... sort of... I think...