I just spent almost an hour boxing up the belongings in my university office in preparation for my move to another office in a brand new building. I have to say that I'm kind of tired of putting my life in boxes. I did it all morning yesterday, and now I've done it again this evening.
So much of my life seems to be changing, and not for the better. At least, I don't see any light at the end of this tunnel yet. This weekend, I'm venturing into the lower peninsula of Michigan for another dance competition with my daughter. And when I get back, it's my last week of work at the medical office. It's going to be a rough few days.
In my book bag tonight, I'm carrying John Green's The Fault in Our Stars. I have not begun reading it. It's my trip book. I have avoided this book for a while, despite glowing recommendations from people whose opinion I usually respect. I don't know why I've been balking at reading this novel. I guess I don't like being told I "have" to read anything. That's why I never finished Moby Dick.
Anyway, my next post will be coming from bustling Howell, Michigan, which is very close to Ann Arbor, home of the University of Michigan. It's going to be a long day of driving tomorrow, and my son is a little impatient as a passenger.
Pray for Saint Marty.
|This is your life, Saint Marty|