Rise at the usual time & complete the morning routines. I notice, while brushing my teeth, that they are in fact routines, and often there is little conscious thought or action happening. Time to look more closely at this.
In to work to a day that is blissfully free of meetings. I tackle some tasks that have been languishing for some time and complete them. One is completed just prior to an e-mail requesting that it be completed. Some impromptu talk with a colleague about the technical aspects of her project, and then off to address a related statement of work.
Lunch (chicken sandwich and fries) with a smaller group than normal today, but some lively discussion around movies and music. I notice one of the landscapers is wearing a shirt that says "Frankie Say Relax". Nobody was wearing a "Choose Life" shirt, so the Katharine Hamnett 80's flashback was incomplete. A missed cell phone call leaves a message asking me to apply for a second newly posted position with the director I interviewed with on Monday. Hope returns.
Send out my commitment to tithing. When I first read this in RF's diary a bell went off, immediately followed by a clamoring of voices wondering at practicality. I reread this again and saw something that clarified the commitment and there it was. So, I commit. Already, a jar is collecting.
Home and change so that I can begin dinner preparations. Some preparation takes longer than expected, so the chicken goes on to the rotisserie late. Things work out, as Lisa is touring the house and gardens with our guests and I prepare a grilled pepper, tomato and mozzarella appetizer. A good meal with good conversation.
Clean up after dinner and set the kitchen back in order, then collapse into bed.
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