Boy, I wish they'd hire an extra secretary.
As for the rest of the weekend, Sunday we went to church and then over across the county for lunch and gift-swapping with Oldest's grandparents then back across town for the kids to have a meeting for one of their innumerable activities, and then, instead of doing the smart thing and taking a nap for an hour or so, I stayed awake, which meant that when the evening service rolled around, I was REALLY struggling to stay awake.
And failing miserably.
I would catch myself drifting off, and couldn't do a thing about it, and almost immediately I would wind up in one of those weird conscious dreams where you hear the background noise around you but you imagine you're in a completely different place and doing things and then you realize you should be awake and so you raise your head back up and nod sagely, to emphasize that the statement just made was profound and worth nodding in affirmation, until you decide to look down again to follow along in the Bible on your lap, and you drift away again, oblivious to the fact that you don't in fact HAVE a Bible on your lap, but it doesn't matter because you find yourself as a manager at a grocery store and you're making change for a cashier before rousing yourself back to full consciousness and rubbing your eye as if something was bothering it.
I usually can do pretty well, but for some reason I got a nap-jerk in one of those drifting-away spells. You know how you feel like you're about to fall off the bed right when you're going to sleep, and you startle yourself awake? That's what I did, except it felt like I was stepping down a step and lost my footing, and so my leg jerked, and I jerked, and then I had to figure out a way to make it look like my foot was cramping or hurting or something, so I leaned down and rubbed it. Apparently it worked, because later Rebecca said she thought I'd popped my ankle.
On back to home, unloaded the car, ate supper, and then set in to finish up my work. I'd e-mailed myself my stuff I was working on so diligently last week so I could finish it up over the weekend and have some time for other things this week. Apparently, those other things will just have to wait, because now it's time for me to go BACK and take another shift at the front desk.
::sigh::
Be back in a bit.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at December 18, 2006 11:52 AMI had one of those nap-jerks one time in my grandmother's old church, which had wooden floors. I stomped the floor with both feet, cracking my mother up.
Posted by: skillzy at December 18, 2006 12:34 PMThankfully, ours does have carpet, but when you sit down front, it's more the motion than the sound that's noticable.
::sigh::
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 18, 2006 01:54 PMThat is one major advantage to being a "back-row Baptist", if you know what I mean.
Posted by: Stan at December 18, 2006 02:08 PMIndeed so--I used to always sit in the back until I got married and Reba got me to sitting further toward the front. Kids were helpful for a little while to move us back again so we could be closer to the exit, but once they got older we moved back toward the front again. Also, we got tired of having to wrestle other people's kids while we sat in the back.
It wouldn't have been so hard to stay awake last evening except Catherine was sprawled on the pew asleep between Reba and me, and the child's heavy breathing made me even drowsier.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 18, 2006 02:47 PMIs it possible ot catch the crud through reading the blog of an infected someone? If so I blame you for my achey weekend.
Posted by: Larry Anderson at December 18, 2006 02:56 PMNo, of course not, Larry. As we know, such diseases result from "an imbalance of bodily humors, perhaps caused by a toad or a small dwarf living in your stomach." [/Theodoric of York, Medieval Barber]
Or global warming. [/Al Gore]
One of my co-workers gave me a Global Warming Mug for Christmas. It has a map of the work (non0 Mercador) around the side. You fill the mug with a hot beverage and the]coastlines start drawback.
Irrefutable evidence of global warming or so the brochure that came with it says.
Posted by: Larry Anderson at December 18, 2006 03:17 PMMy dream of having a beach front home (without having to move) just looks more and more certain!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 18, 2006 03:23 PMI have some future ocean front property for sale if you are interested. You will need to get in early to avoid the rush.
Posted by: Larry Anderson at December 18, 2006 03:32 PMWill you take a check?
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 18, 2006 04:09 PMThere always seems to be a flaw in my get-rich-quick schemes.
Posted by: Larry Anderson at December 18, 2006 04:13 PM