Our home teacher (and friend) has said that in this life everything either breaks, wears out, or dies.  Yesterday I spent considerable time and effort with my usually dependable printer.  Actually it was one of the cartridges that I finally replaced after 2 trips to the store.  It stopped working even though it still had plenty of ink left.  I get so used to routine that I don't want to deal with disruption.  I can, I just don't want to.  With that I barely made a dent in my pile of work.  I did get lots done, just less.  Now I have today and Saturday with loads more to do.  I guess that isn't a bad thing, but it does make me tired just thinking about it.  The positive is that it isn't catch up from Disneyland.  That went surprisingly quickly.  I just have lots of work that has come in this week, and I am grateful for that.  We really need to slowly climb out of a hole that we have been in for some time.  I guess I have quit dreaming about magic and fantasy and am ready to just go to work.  Perhaps that is really where the magic is anyway.  Maybe I have just written the answer to my questions that I have asked myself the last several days  (!?).