Now it is Friday night and I can really relax and think about something beside my work.  After another really hard working day I am so relieved that tomorrow I can relax, sleep in and basically piddle around through the day.  I pretty much have work caught up at least as preparing for tomorrow goes and even Monday for that matter.  So I will do some stuff but mostly just worry about the role that we have to play at our ward trunk or treat.  I do have 2 related stories to tell that have shaped the last day or so.  Yesterday I had sent Marv to work with the understanding that he would drop his papers off at the WVC Court when he was done.  Richard would pick them up doing his normal rounds and I would have them back to process them.  Well, Marv called me and told me that that was what he had done.  I felt to call Richard, but assumed that he would get them as that was his normal routine.  When he got home I asked and he told me that he had worked his way up town on the west side and was there before Marv.  Now that court isn't open on Fridays so now I have to wait for Monday to get that work and I feel a little our of sorts about it.  BUT I am out of sorts with me because I remember distinctly feeling that I should call and let Richard know that the papers were there for him to pick up.  It cause some review of the way the spirit and my spirit work, and that I have some work to do in that area.  I still feel a bit of a loss when I think about it.  It was earlier this week that I felt so overwhelmed and thought to myself that another server would be an answer to my prayer and I guess I said it in a manner that can be described as a prayer.  Well, who should call me out of the blue today, but Stan Alexander, and what does he want?  He is looking to put in some time serving to make him some extra money!!!  I put him off until next week but then reflected on the matter and said to myself, "self what are you waiting for?"  So I put an area together for tomorrow and he came about 1/2 hour ago and picked up his work.  I am trying to put those 2 stories together and see what they mean for me.  I admit that the direction of  my work has always seemed outside of my hands, and so maybe it still is.  And that is a good thing.