Laid to Rest

Well, anonymous commented with an explanation of his/her previous comment with apologies. I humbly accept although it wasn't necessary. I do appreciate the explanation, however. The problem with this medium is that you can't really tell how someone means to say something. You just read the words and often times we jump to conclusions and take offense when they seem to be critical - which I did. I shouldn't have done so. We (bloggers) tend to assume that people post anonymously because they are hiding from something or want to avoid a retort. I do realize that some people just haven't jumped on the blogging wagon. (But what are you waiting for? It's fun for all!) So no harm meant and hopefully no harm done. And for the record (again), I am happy. I know I tend to write more of the negative things in here but that is the reason why I write them, just to get them out and done with... then I can move on. That has always been one my main reasons for journaling. Writing down those things that hurt, irritate, annoy or confound me. I did a lot of private journaling when I was going through my failing marriage and subsequent divorce. If all you glimpsed of my life was that one journal, you'd probably think I needed to be committed, but that was only one part of my feelings at the time - the ones that I needed to deal with and get past. I do realize that I am extremely blessed. I thank God daily for my blessings despite my sinful nature to often long for more or something different. And I hate cleaning. I hate it. I will find any and every excuse to avoid it. It just gets to the point that it is so daunting that I don't even know where to start and it seems hopeless. But when I do get the bug, I'll clean for days on end and won't stop until everything is shiny. So we'll let bygones be bygones and move on from here.

Tomorrow is the big day! It's my Friday in terms of school. I still have a million things to do to get ready for my sub, but somehow it will all get done. Or it won't and I'll just worry about it while I'm gone. I'm leaving immediately after school and heading south. I'm in the process of packing (or I was until I started this... but I'm waiting for laundry to be done) and getting everything ready. Don't you hate leaving? Sure, we like to get away, but it always seems to be so much trouble and then you worry about forgetting things. Or is that just me? One of Josh's friends will be checking on the animals. They have enough food to last through the weekend. I'm going to try to get to bed early tonight so I'll be well rested for my 6 hour drive tomorrow. I'm taking my computer with me and the hotel should have free wireless so I hope to post while I'm down there. (Except - I may give in and have one of those amazing Margaritas at the Menger bar so I might not on Thursday evening.)