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Monday, January 02, 2006

There is not very much time left of 2006's premiere day. It feels good that the first day of 2006 is a Sunday. I went to a different church today. I have visited there before. I don't know if this will become my church home, but I knew I didn't want to start 2006 not going to church.

I am so thankful that I don't have to go back to work tomorrow. I need one more day. All day long I have tried tricking myself that I did have to go back to work on Monday and then actually feel that I received an extra day off. I know, ridiculous.

Today we had a champagne brunch at the casino, courtesy of dad's poker skills, you gotsta love comps.

I love that it is January and I have the back door cracked. Normally, I hate unseasonable weather for the reason that it takes me so much longer to decide what to wear. My brain says January, but needing to dress Septemberly can bring me to a tizzy. I can hear my windchimes, I love that sound. The condo association is trying to outlaw windchimes, so they can't cause a nuisance to others. I think that is an incredible waste of time.

I received two clocks for Christmas. I think people are trying to send me a message. Wow, that was one random thought.

I think the more random my posts, the more I have on my mind.

I try to think of every other possible thought in my brain to keep from actualizing what I am really thinking about. I try to stir my thoughts. However, you don't stir something when you want clarity, you have to let the contents settle, either at the top or the bottom. I am a thought procrastinator.

That is not the only thought that will occupy my mind before I fall asleep tonight, but my hand feels heavy and I do not want to waste my last free day in bed tomorrow, so I need to get to sleep.

Comments:
jennreedy - you know that book you had that you used for jk's bible class that said who wrote it, when it was written, the theme, etc, can you send that to me? I'm taking new testament survey and want to get as much work done ahead of time....
 
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