I had two things on my to-do list for this evening. Plan meals and get to work on my Mary talk for this weekend.
Here's my shiny meal plan:
(next) Monday - curry chicken casserole
(next) Tuesday - TBD, since I have out-of-town company
(next) Wednesday - pasta
(tomorrow) Thursday - eggs, sausage, & pineapple
Friday - turkey burgers, roasted potatoes
Saturday - crockpot beef
Sunday - hot dogs, corn on the cob, fruit
Isn't that marvelous? And here I am writing about it - taking up MORE time to share it with you INSTEAD of working on my talk. Here's the problem - I don't WANT to give a talk on Mary to a high school group of 70 scary adolescents! It's kind of a Jonah-ish attitude, as I really believe God wants me to do this (and so do the group leaders who asked me back in, like, November) - but I don't want to do this. My efforts to bring on a debilitating flu with the power of negative thinking are to no avail. I'm perfectly healthy. I've MORE than read up on the topic --- I just can't get myself to sit down and fill in the outline I came up with. At least I have an outline. Let's applaud this.
I just heard Cayna ask, "Daddy, where's Mommy?" and he answered, "I don't know." The correct answer is "Downstairs blogging, whining about her responsibilities, and trying to get the flu."
I better go. I really better. Time is ticking away. Tick, tick, tick...