We highed ourselves to church this morning (20 degrees above normal out), where Mother J's homily was especially good and pertinent, hymns all singable AND familiar, and fellow parishoners in a good mood. L sat with other girls and focused on "Ben Franklin," somone new with long, flowing grey locks, petty wife, and several children.
So it was with heavy heart that I returned to the office and my desk, laden with the dread accounting text and other such tomes, requiring me to get down to business. Here is where I spend a considerable amount of time:
Wish it were, I don't know, more CREATIVE! Which is what I overheard a college-age student say on the subway quite a while back: "I don't care what I do, as long as it's creative." Sigh.
Have a good Sunday and a creative week.