Ketchup/CatchUp

Kiel has been cooking dinner at night ever since I returned from Concordia, I am happy to report. The month away seems to have 'done me in' as the saying goes. Its not so much that I am exhausted, just dysfunctional. I know I should be doing stuff, I just can't seem to do it! Lame, I know.


And I am only working at the library at the moment - no church job, no seminary classes, no PrayerSong, nothing but the library and the house, and Kiel is running most of that. Perhaps I should have expected something such, but I am frustrated by it none the less. I want to get things done. I make lists. And I come home from work and sit in a chair and veg. Sometimes I play the piano. Mostly I watch a movie and go to bed early.


This won't do. It won't do at all. I am not old. Nothing has changed. Its as bad as the French Fries we had for dinner - no salt, no ketchup. Bleh! Hardly worth bothering to eat. Sometimes life hits these doldrums. It will pass. I did giggle though, as our favorite silly saying surfaced tonight. "If I weren't so tired, I'd - - - - - go to the bathroom!" Kiel and I look at each other and break up.


Really, I want to say, "If I weren't so tired, I'd finish the PrayerSong info brochure, contact churches about getting it into their bulletin, set up the first performances for Wilmot and Unity, finish the line-up of songs for fall, practice piano faithfully, pack a few more boxes for moving, jump in on the first NES assignment, return phone calls of all my friends who have left me voice mail messages. . . .Phew! No wonder I'm tired.


Maybe I'll just get up enough energy to wander out to the kitchen and find the bottle of ketchup. I'll take care of the rest of it tomorrow.