Yesterday, the microwave broke. And by broke, I mean the power and fan were working just fine, so I absentmindedly nuked my burrito for a total of five minutes before realizing it was remaining determinedly frozen. The natural Caitlyn solution? Immediately run to Walmart for a new microwave, and pick up an ice cream sandwich to make up for the hassle. This is how my twisted mind works.
Find myself lulled into a sense of security that I’m trusting God with stuff, when I’m just pulling my usual “trusting God with what I feel like trusting Him with,” and then getting completely caught off-guard by something small and relatively insignificant. Found myself in a down mood last night for the first time in a while, simply because I can’t control what other people do or what they think of me. Go figure.
Blissful moment of the week: got to tangentially take part in a friend’s engagement, and by tangentially I mean, I saw them beforehand, and her boyfriend hinted it to me while she was off getting ready for bed. Also, called this moment approximately three years ago, the first time we saw him. Not that any of my other predictions for people have come true, but I’ll savor the one that has.
I like working from home. Not all the time, but this next week will be a nice mental break, just focusing on copyediting, mostly. And ebooks, which I loathe, but what can you do? Taking one of my half-days today, which means I can meet Rach for lunch and finally get my oil changed (oops) and maybe even take a nap.
Have suddenly found myself in the middle of season 3 of 30 Rock. Somehow managed to watch the first two seasons in maybe a month, over lunch breaks and after dinner. Find that it’s getting a bit cloying. Time for a new lunch-time TV show, I think.
I feel like I can’t think what to write anymore. I’ve been avoiding my story for fear of completely screwing it up. I’m guessing it’ll linger at 50 pages for quite some time.
The end.
