This week… what a one!  Way busier than usual with several things springing up for which I had not planned.  Whew.

Tomorrow will be a quiet one. 

That’s not a prediction.  That is a statement of the way it is going to be.  I’m making it so.  My lovely wife is headed out of town for work for the next two days.  After dropping her off tomorrow morning, I’m hitting the office just long enough to get what I need, and then I’m vanishing.  I’ll probably just run some errands and then retreat to the library for the day or something.  Nothing majorly exciting to most, but it sounds exciting to me!  Heck, a nap might even happen at some point… likely even in the library.  And I don’t even care.

Monday, oh glorious Monday…

And it’s declared that there’s no blogging to do recently.

Seriously…

I’ve wanted to write a dozen times lately but simply have not had the time.  Between Christmas and New Year’s travels, the being of and hosting of guests, the “getting back into routine” time after the holiday, busier-than-usual-at-work days, computer breakdowns (hopefully fixed today), plumbing frustrations (also hopefully fixed today because we are hiring plumbing services dallas tx), and just a general shortage of hours per day lately,… blogging just hasn’t made the cut.

And it won’t today either.

Thanks to those who’d call me their friend today; I’m glad you do.  Many of you have passed through my mind lately.

I got asked that several times on the weekend; my answer?”It didn’t go how I’d planned it.”

One friend replied, “Oh, more of my weeks are like that than the going-according-to-plan kind.”

I think that sentence was supposed to offer comfort. Didn’t work.

This may sound like minor stuff, but I found it very frustrating. Last week was a week in which I anticipated enjoying more freedom than usual. Some of my weekly duties weren’t in effect last week, enough so that I was eagerly eyeing my schedule: The reading I was going to do, the planning for down the road, the writing, the visiting,… what a week it was going to be!

And then life happened.

And it happened in a way that I hadn’t planned.  How dare it!

Twenty-minute jobs took two hours. One-hour jobs stretched into three. Tasks I had even dreamed up started popping out of the woodwork. Grrrrr!

And I wouldn’t claim to know why, but this ugly little doggie called Get-Nothing-Done-and-Fast felt the need to follow me home from the office.

Now putting up curtain rods (a small job, right?) had to involve an errand for new brackets, a trip across town to borrow a drill that I wasn’t planning on using, a dead battery on the drill five minutes into the job, another trip for another drill, another dead battery (I’m not making this up), a sigh of thanks that I’d borrowed two batteries this time, a broken piece of hardware, some rummaging around in the basement for new  bits of hardware, and curtain rods are finally up.

That was but one example of about five from the weekend.  The weekend… you know: The relaxing, laid-back part of your week, when you’re never tempted to say bad words.

All that said, life’s actually pretty good these days. Really.

Blogging’s just bringing out the best in me lately.

Merry Christmas!

Do you ever get in that place?

Trains of thought are only two cars long.

The “groove” is so shallow that it’s actually more like a “plain”.

The one task that really needs the focus keeps getting body-checked by ten others that don’t.

Yeah, I’m there.

Even so, life is actually quite enjoyable these days.

Shannon and I are in the midst of fun times together, as we adapt to life back at home.  We’re on holiday from our weekly dance lessons but have traded it in for some weight-lifting a few times per week.  We’re trying to add ripped-ness to our rhythm!  Definitely time to get all the leftover Halloween candy out the door.

I’ve found my guitar in my hands more recently than I have for a long time.  That’s not saying much, aside from the fact that I forgot how much fun this can be.

I did some great laughing and some fun strumming with friends last night.

I’ve re-connected with a childhood friend of mine over the past couple months.  This has been one of my highlights since coming home.  Simply an easy guy to enjoy.  We’re lined up to get season tickets together for the 2007 Rider season, which of course, will finally be OUR year.  I suspect that our lives have intersected for a reason; yes, even more than Riders tickets.

I’m playing on the Glen Elm Kings hockey team.  My name’s got a goal beside it 5 of the last 6 games too.  Yes sir, that’s 5 goals in the last 15 years from a once-again-rookie.  Call me Malkin, if you must.

I decided to change my set-for-months sermon topic for Sunday just moments ago.  Call me nuts, if you must.

I’m eating beef jerky at work today.  Call me a hick, if you must.

I think the Toronto Raptors might win their division this year.  Call me a dreamer, if you must.

I still count John Close among my closest friends.  Call me desperate, if you must.

Yes sir, this is Scattered.  Signing off…

It’s coming… our first real winter in over three years.  Today is -20-something with the wind; chilly enough to make me ask again…

WHY did we come home?!