What springs to mind...

I cannot get motivated. Here it is Saturday, the end of February and I have an errand list as long as my arm; I need to clean the house in preparation for yet another house guest; the dog is begging for a walk; I need to do my income tax returns; and yet here I sit, blogging. Meanwhile this morning, my 88 year old neighbor, who is totally motivated apparently, and his 50+ nephew have cut down two dead dogwood trees in my yard. Well, that's embarrassing! My guilt level rose enough that I put on my coat and went outside to "help". That consisted of unlocking the gate so Mr. A. didn't have to scale the fence at least and then raking off some Spanish moss from the Japanese magnolia (what an International garden I have!). The reason for this inertia? The miserable weather! It's been too cold for too long.This wasn't in the brochure. This is, after all, the South. Yes, we have seasons but freezing temps for anything over a day? Come on. I am so ready for spring.

What's in a name?

What with a special electing convention, then the consecration of the new bishop (and my new boss), followed in ten days by our annual convention, I feel that "almost a life" is very apt. I've been putting in 14 hour days, 7 days a week, without even a lunch break. I haven't seen my father in the nursing home for over a week and I'm, to be frank, exhausted. One bright moment is my coming home to notes saying, "Dinner's in the fridge; animals fed." Thanks, S.K.! It's been a Godsend.