skim, december, err.

I visited the doctor today. My easy-going doctor, who understands how it is not to send her the e-mail about my blood-sugar levels that I promised back in December, who compares this behavior to her own negligence regarding her dog and the vet. Again, December.

But, because I haven't written since...

I'll tell you about how over the weekend in my old town, I got to:

-say, "You know, I think about you all the time." At least once a week (sometimes, every other week) for the past six months or so, I think of how I'd like to write this person an e-mail. Have I yet? Nah. You know me.

-skim a list of the so-called "69 most perfect wedding songs ever"... errr...

-stand in front of my old church congregation and talk about my nonexistant plans for the future. wait a second. following Jesus can be considered a continuous plan, can it not?

-speak on my frustrations regarding vision(s), healing(s) and suffering all in a moving vehicle with two friends.

-critique someone's vocal performance of an Italian song that begins with "Mio"...

But, now I don't know why I've written those things... maybe I'm stalling, waiting for other work to get done. I need God to help me get some order into my life right now--again. Oh, this daily prayer.