Your Faithful Narrator Gets a Bit Punchy

I'm tired today. I worked early at the bookstore and now I'm working late at the law library. I did this yesterday, too. I'm tired. I get to work early tomorrow at the bookstore, but no law library. That's fine by me. I'll sleep a bit tomorrow afternoon, maybe. That'll be nice. Maybe I'll read a book, that will certainly put me to sleep, not because the book is boring, but because reading relaxes me and I'm pretty close to being exhausted. Just a little push here or there and I'm out like a light.

Mom and I are going to the Ft. on Monday. We're up to the seminary to donate clothes and vestments. I want to roam around the campus a little, check out the library (of course) and stop by admissions. I'm not sure why, but I want to. I still have that subtle knock. I have to take oh such baby steps in that direction. Don't hold your breath.

When I drove to work this morning I couldn't see where I was going. The fog was thick. I had to use neon signs as my guide. At least once I was afraid I'd gotten turned around and was heading in the wrong direction. I wasn't and I didn't, but it was a bit uncomfortable for a moment or two.

I have a second interview this Thursday for a position in one of the local libraries. My world seems to be staccato right now. It is good to rest.