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The Last One Alive Feeling: exhausted My conducting final exam is tomorrow at 12 p.m. 2 hours of waving my arms around in a meaningful manner. 28 hours and counting, until my official summer vacation begins. I get two and a half blissful weeks (minus the week devoted to the choir camp I stupidly agreed to help with) to do nothing. I hope I have the drive to finally put the wedding album together. You know, before our golden anniversary. Reading the above... God, I am so boring. But I suppose most of life is too boring to report, and some parts of it are far too interesting to share with anyone else. Suffice it to say, this is a rough patch. In my marriage, in my internal chemistry, in a lot of things. I am trying to ride it out with grace. I hope having some vacation time helps with that. Comments? 1 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |