Cloudy today

But still with a warm breeze. La la la see me blog about the weather.

Giant but exciting project at work is eating my life. It should be over this week, God willing. Also, the ballet theatre has a show opening this Friday. I've been too sick and tired to do anything about it until now (my involvement was supposed to be minimal anyhow) so we are kind of scrambling to get costumes together. As usual. It's a ballet I have done with them before so I know my way around the costumes. I was hoping to do some fun embellishment stuff with them, back in the planning stages, but I think as of now we'll just be glad if everyone fits in something before we push them out onstage. I was there first thing this morning with my measuring tape and pins, and now I am drooping a little at my desk. I am still intensely sleepy and hoping to find some time for a nap between work and class tonight.

Mmm. Nap.

You know, I was really annoyed with the time change, but last night, when quitting time came and I could still see my hand in front of my face, I was happy for the extra daylight. So I am grudgingly approving Daylight Savings Time, even though it doesn't make the giant task of waking up any easier.

Hey, I think I see a little sun peeking through. A square inch of sun!

Now I need to go climb into the library and photocopy my boss's essays out of a book that does not circulate. Sometimes I wonder if repeatedly photocopying one's head would be an antidote to SAD.

Not that I've ever been diagnosed with SAD. I just wonder.

I had some nice quiet time over my sandwich this afternoon and did some praying along with my chewing. Mostly just holding-so-and-so-and-this-and-that in the Light stuff. Not any deep conversation with God or anything. But still nice and grounding.

Okay, off to the books and the photocopier bay. Maybe I can catch a few Zs in the stacks.

A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

~Robert Frost

PS. Perfect A on the midterm! Hurrah!

PPS. Sun came all the way out! Double hurrah!