It is 8 p.m. and I am in bed with a stupid headache. I think it is sleep related but between that and the dog next door I want to be asleep! Today was my limit of time off! Two free days with nothing to do was TOO MUCH! Tomorrow I go on a schedule! I actually sat here tonight looking at TJC continuing ed classes, looking for some morning class I could take to have a routine. Here I am with all this free time and I didn’t get to plan ahead for it so I don’t have anything exciting to do. I know I can pack and am glad for the time, but I think 1) I am a bit overwhelmed and 2) it is two months away so there is not THAT much Ican do yet! Besides I cannot sty cooped up inside. So who knows?! I could have started a dance class or signed up for something or made plans. My students are writing the college asking for the second summer class to make but the boss is saying 15 or no go. What a change from the days they lived to serve students and would make a class with 4. It is sad. My pocketbook is especially sad.

And I guess that means Vermont is out. That makes me really sad because I wanted to go so much and now I am free, and I would even be able to pay for it—let’s face it if I had to I could take a few hundred dollars from my TRS. But that won’t be here in time and the thought of sitting at home with nothing planned when all of Shachah is ministering in Vermont makes me very sad. Tonight I tried mapping it, but it is a 27 hour drive too! I don’t see any easy way to do this. I can get a discount ticket for $300, but I won’t HAVE $300 before the conference—plus the hotel, plus the conference fees. So I am a bit frustrated because I have all this extra time but the things I could enjoy it with are not open to me because of the loss of income. Boo hoo. And hoo.

Ce la vie. Anyway, I spent all afternoon with Doctor again. Only one more day and the friends part ways. I think he is happy for me with my new job and that I seem to have found a boss who appreciates me as a professional and yet also seems to appreciate my unique ways. Monday will be sad. It is good, and God has moved in both of our lives, but it will be sad. His office is bare. He throws things in boxes haphazardly. I told him to take a message to his wife from me. I said to tell her SHE needed to do the packing of the house if she did not want to go loony when they arrived in Clear Stream.

I called an investment firm today and kind of understand how to do all my TRS money. It is funny—Susan invests! Good old retirement. It was like I was saving up to move.

Tomorrow I go to Robin’s and then we go to Tara’s. It will be fun. Rob and I have lots of details to hash out about this move. And then I have my TX video to show her—it is funny. I also want to show her my dance with the new outfit if I have time and energy.

What a pitiful blog. I fell asleep before I could finish it. I woke up twice—both times to the dog. I can’t wait to move. It is 11:30 and I took a 3 hour nap. Will I ever catch up on my sleep again?