Where in the world have I been for the past few weeks? It’s tax time (as I’m sure some of you may have heard), and the day job is busy and a lot more tiring than I thought… Or it could be the blood pressure meds I’m taking–that little pill is sucking all the oomph out of me. My mother thinks eating a banana every day will give me some more energy, but I haven’t tested that theory yet. I’m not tired because I’m not getting enough sleep since I’m unconscious on the sofa by 8 o’clock every night. Frankly, I have no idea what the deal is. But I’ve been exhausted lately and haven’t opened a manuscript in weeks.
Scary really. I have a ton of stuff to finish up and get out the door and no energy to do any of it. However, I’m awake right now, so thought I’d post something.
It is Easter, one of my favorite holidays. We dyed eggs yesterday and will hide them today when the kid gets back from church. This morning I rousted her from bed so she could get across the street–she rides to church with the cutie girls across the street (one of which I taught to solve the Rubick’s Cube on Friday evening–and she’s 7. A little geek after my own heart).
I said, “Do you know what you’re going to wear?”
“What?” I asked.
Complely straight-faced. “Gangsta clothes.”
“Huh? What’s that?” (Remember I hadn’t had any coffee yet.)
Still absolutely stone-faced. “You know, hanging jeans, my colors.”
I stared at her waiting for her face to change. Nothing. “You’re kidding, right?”
Finally, she smiled. “Yes, Mom. Couldn’t you tell?”
“No, I really couldn’t,” I said.
“I’m getting good at this, huh?”
My little smart-ass in training. Makes a mother proud.
Happy Easter everybody.
“He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word. And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. Then said Jesus unto them, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see me.”