FOR TODAY January 11, 2015

Outside my window… dark. We got some wonderful rain today which was so needed (California is in a severe drought) even if it gave me a migraine and I spent the morning with the covers pulled over my head.

I am thinking… about what I have to get done tomorrow.

I am thankful… for the rain and for a quiet house.

In the kitchen… just put dishes in the dishwasher.

I am wearing… my Run for the Little Flowers shirt and black sweatpants.

I am praying for… a call for Jon, healing for my neck, and some special intentions.

I am going… to drop Daniel’s IEP paperwork off at his school tomorrow morning. I’ll probably wait unti after my walk and core workout so I don’t have to deal with rush-hour traffic.

I am wondering… what 2015 holds for me.

I am reading… Murder with Peacocks by Donna Andrews. I’m working my way through her body of work which might take me a while so there might be some things read intermittently.

I am hoping… Daniel stays in his own room tonight.

I am looking forward to… seeing my extended family this coming weekend in Seattle. I haven’t been up there in 4 years (since my grandmother’s 90th birthday party) and I’m looking forward to seeing her and some other people I haven’t gotten to see for a very long time.

I am hearing… the springs moving on the bed.

Around the house… dead quiet except for my typing.

A favorite quote for today… “So when a little girl asks her father where the moon came from, he might tell her that the moon circles around the earth and reflects light from the sun. He might tell her that the moon likes to play hide-and-seek with the sun, so sometimes the moon looks like it’s peeking out from behind a black curtain; sometimes all you can see is the top of its head, and sometimes you can’t even see it at all! He might tell her about how the moon has invisible arms that can pull the oceans back and forth, making tides rise and fall. He might tell her that astronauts have walked on the moon and played golf on the moon and collected rocks from the moon. He might tell her that the moon has dimples and craters and basins that we can see only with a telescope and that there’s a special place on the moon called the Sea of Tranquility that isn’t really a sea. Then the father might take the little girl outside, hoist her up onto his shoulders, and let her stare at the moon for a while. He might recite a poem about a cow jumping over the moon or sing a song about a dreamy-eyed kid slow-dancing with it. Soon the little girl will become so lost in her father’s beautiful stories that she will forget she ever had a question to begin with.” — Rachel Held Evans, Evolving in Monkey Town: How a Girl Who Knew All the Answers Learned to Ask the Questions

One of my favorite things… the feeling I get after working out incredibly hard.

A few plans for the rest of the week: whatever happens to come up in the next few days and flying to Seattle on Friday.

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