MONDAY THE 24TH

You'd think that I would get used to things after 35 or 40 years.  But I still get surprised when another week comes around.  I have gone through a weekend and then I have to get back into the proper frame of mind to switch to another work week frame of mind..  After a while I do fall back into the routine, but for some time I just feel out of sorts.  I get a little tentative about things and I seem to drift a little.  Sometimes it takes the whole Monday and finally on Tuesday I am okay again.  Today was like that again.  Because I didn't have any real pressing work on my desk I had to think and sort, and find stuff to do.  I'm not saying that I didn't have anything to do.  I still have plenty to do, but its not what I would call 'timely' stuff.  Some tasks can be put off so they do pile up but don't scream for attention.  So today I did take it a little easier but I also did get a lot of those secondary or other tasks done.  I did my 1096 and 1099's tax forms and got them into the mail.  I organized the piles on my desk and I read 2 talks in the conference issue of the Ensign for my next priesthood lesson the 3rd Sunday in
February.  I closed out my checkbook for last week and paid myself (and immediately turned the check over to my boss, so she can pay our bills.) Because I didn't have the amount of 'timely' work to keep me busy I also spent some time worrying.  I tend to do that when I don't have work sitting here enough for the next day's work.
When I think seriously I get more confidence that the work will come and we will be okay, but when it comes to worrying I am a champion.  I can worry with the best of them.  But it usually just isn't worth the time or trouble.  I remember that I also spent a few productive moments just talking with my partner about our week and our situation.  Before you know it this month will be over and I hope that I don't wast too much of it.  It has been a good month and a good start to the new year.  But the real test comes with time so I'll have to 'exert' myself for the full 12 months and 52 weeks. (the word 'exert' come from my lesson yesterday which comes from President Eyring's general conference talk.) ( I get tired just thinking 'exertion'!)
Tomorrow is Sheila's 4am wake up call and tomorrow she is going to be unusually busy.  I'll probably have to be creative again and 'exert' myself in order to be productive enough to be satisfied with my Tuesday.
I wish there was some magic way to make each day a good day.  But it seems like old fashioned work (there's that exertion again) is the only way for that to happen.