Just so you know, I haven’t quit, and I haven’t picked up a bad attitude.
I’m just a little verklempt, which apparently is Yiddish for “overcome with emotion”, and exhausted, and confused, but let’s just say verklempt because that’s more fun.
I hunted and camped with KJ. We saw amazing things and loved the experience, but we didn’t get the elk and Erik couldn’t find us. That’s a good, long story, just waiting to be told.
Renee went on a scrapbooking retreat for 5 days and just came home to a mountain of laundry and a boat-load of whacked-out children this afternoon.
I ran my fourth marathon on Sunday morning and got beat by a girl – my sister-in-law, Angie, who makes me really proud, in a good way (and a bunch of other girls and other people who we don’t need to talk about).
I need to write to you about how marathons make me an emotional wreck – verklempt even – like a girl. I also need to tell you about my father’s hands, and how Ben’s hands reminded me of them. I also need to tell you about several other things that make my heart beat, and how I’m all confused and frustrated and scared – like a girl. (If you’re a girl, please don’t be offended at that. I really admire you and aspire to be like you in several ways.)
I’ve also been in budget mode at work which is just sick and dumb and a giant pain in my left ear lobe.
Speaking of ear lobes, I also had an ear infection that caused my right ear-drum to rupture a couple of weeks ago. Just 3 days ago it stopped leaking goopy yellow stuff and I think the hearing is coming back, too, so I don’t feel like my head is in a bucket now. Let him who has an ear to hear . . .
Tomorrow, I’ll attend an introductory conference at our church on a new spiritual transformation tool. I’m hoping it’s transformative, which probably isn’t even a real word.
But tonight, I’m verklempt, and exhausted and lost, but let’s just say verklempt, because that’s more fun.