It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Well, it wasn't really either one. I've just always wanted to start a post like that.
The weekend was actually pretty mundane. Isn't it great to have one of those every now and then?
We continued our discovery that getting a missionary ready to go is like herding cats. Every time we think we have something crossed off the list, something else mysteriously re-appears back on the list.
Out of stock, wrong color, wrong size...
I'm sure it will all work out.
The only disturbing thing about my weekend? I seem to have developed a pattern of waking up in the middle of the night wondering frantically how I'm going to get everything done. But then in the morning I can't remember what it was exactly I was so worried about.
Sheesh, I hope I at least make some progress on whatever it is I need to get done today.