I called my own personal strike today. I have a ton of work I need to do at the office, but I am feeling very burnt out. I've been going for what seems like forever. My plans for the entire weekend were to be as lazy as possible. Unfortunately "as lazy as possible" constitutes running sound for 3.5 hours at church on Sunday night and Friday night. A trip into the office on Saturday and carrying out those little things that always seem to pile up when you're out of the house as much as I am. Hence, the strike. I needed some exclusive alone time. I feel like I've been dragging even though I get plenty of sleep. Today with the exception of a trip to the Vets office for Oreo and a call from my work, my day has been exceptionally quite and undisturbed.
I had to take Oreo to the vet's office because he was displaying symptoms similar to our experiences in January. I took him to a new vet that is relatively close. I'll check on him some time tomorrow. But they are going to do the same things and put him on a more restrictive diet. Oh well... He's not happy and I wish I could fix it. I'll just have to keep watching him. He's staying there for the next several days. I'm supposed to go to Houston this weekend. I guess I'll see how well he feels when he gets home.
A whole lot has happened that I haven't even commented on here. I moved into my new swanky apartment. The movers were really funny. There was the one little guy that would carry stuff that looked much to big for him, but he'd put it on his shoulder and bend his head funny to carry it. He carried my love seat and recliner that way. I bet the chiropractors would love to get hold of him. The new apartment is very nice. I'm still unpacking bits and pieces at a time, and it's a real hassle when I'm trying to find something and I have to go through everything that's still not put up. Over all I'm very pleased. I just wish I could waive a wand and make everything put itself into the proper place.
On Halloween I went out with a bunch of friends. We went to a party at the Village Country Club where Keri and Christi competed in the costume contest. I thought they had great costumes, but the crowd was pretty lame. It was supposed to be by audience noise level, but the guy who want was the Hamburgler competing against the Macho Man "Randy Savage." The Macho Man got more applause, but the judge gave it to the Hamburglar. I think the contest was rigged. Oh, what do I care. Keri posted pictures in her gallery. I was Jake Blues by the way. Can you see the resemblance?
This weekend the youth held a coffee house to help raise funds for the mission trips they are going to participate in this summer. I don't' know the final figures, but I think it looks pretty good.
I think I'll go and enjoy this cold rainy day. Perhaps with a viewing of Finding Nemo. Or maybe I'll splurge and treat myself to dinner and a movie. I still haven't seen the new Matrix. I've heard bad things, but I still want to go see it.
Dezi's still fine. She helped with the show Friday night and Sunday night. Sunday night after it was over, I was playing DJ and playing some 80's music. Love Shack by the B52's came on and Dezi decided to go to town on the drum set we have a the church. I thought it was hallarious to see the expressions on Bob and Logan's faces when she realized she was really playing and that this little twig of a girl could rock on the drum set. Bob's question was, "Did she play in High School? Why isn't she playing for us?" My response, she's still playing at church and in a band and she plays at her own contemporary service.
