All Things Profane and Sacred

It's nice to have a schedule again. Well, let me revise that. It's nice to have something to do again, a reason to get up in the morning, tasks to accomplish, places to go. I think waking early up always sucks at least a little (Sleep! That's where I'm a Viking!), but there's no getting around that ever in life. We spent most of yesterday rearranging the office furniture to fit the freebee desk boss K found (so we could both have a place to sit). This task was more difficult than you may think-our office only has one outlet for our modern convienences.

It's weird going to a church to go to the office. The church gives us very low rent, which is why we're there, but we're the only secular program operating there. The whole upstairs is set up as a school, but has no students. That is where the ladies room is. I have to turn on the electric at the breaker box before my bathroom break. It's an odd situation altogether, but it feels kinda right.