I have today to write on my project. This is good. I need it. I leave early Friday morning for my last Intercollegiate Studies Institute conference in Indianapolis. I return Sunday afternoon. My project is due Monday. Right now I have 62 pages written. For some reason, also, the words don't want to come. I suspect that my brain is just plain weary.
So if you read this, drop me a prayer, 'k?
I'm just holding out for Liberty Ball. If I can last, I can relax at last that weekend. If I'm tired, I can't think about it. If I'm lonesome, I can't think about it. Emails and bills fall by the wayside. What day of the week is it, anyway?
I'm praying for everyone involved in the play at PHC this weekend.