tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16431099256409820262011-04-21T22:17:01.044-07:00<br> <br> <center> And day and night be all my care/ To guard this sacred treasure there. </center> ~ Paul GerhardtJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172681663270317467noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643109925640982026.post-45288290873999454812007-03-06T08:08:00.000-08:002007-03-06T08:54:40.908-08:00This morning was lovely. Well, after I used up at least half of the hot water, and brushed my teeth. (I'll admit, it was looking a little grim when my clock-alarm rang at 5:20, and I was positively dismayed when my phone alarm went off at 5:21, effectively spoiling my chances of going back to sleep until a more reasonable hour. Of course, I <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> plan it that way... but that didn't make any more pleasant.) Once I made coffee, I was cheerful as a chipmunk and even fully coherent before 6 am.<br /><br />Where was I before I rabbit-trailed? Oh, right. It was a lovely morning. Somehow, I got the impression that such a morning justified breaking out my little red flip-flops. Flip-flops are almost as good as going barefoot, with the added bonus of being culturally acceptable. As I walked out to the car with Daddy, I showed off my brave departure in footwear, mentioning that it was pretty much Spring, and wasn't it nice out? He laughed at me, pointing out the frost on the windshield.<br /><br />Not only are my lily-white feet somewhat out of place in this weather, but my clothing combination leaves something to be desired. It has been an acquired skill, but I feel that I generally coordinate pretty well. Not so this morning. Why? Well, I haven't done laundry in ... hmm... a long time. The result: an increasingly limited selection of clean clothing, and a resolve to do laundry tonight!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(Five minutes later:)<br /><br /></div>I was intending to end this post right about here. When an incessantly piercing beep began to sound, I was given a choice of either going crazy or vacating my table by the window in the Commons. I'm attempting to preserve the remainder of my sanity, so I picked the latter. I am now writing from the third and best floor of the Library, where the smell of aging books envelopes me, and the rows of shelves stretch back the length of a football field.<br /><br />In other news, I am quitting my job today. Hurrah! And my legs hurt. I am sadly out of shape, as my dance class so pointedly reminds me twice a week.<br /><br />Have a lovely Tuesday!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643109925640982026-4528829087399945481?l=burninmysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172681663270317467noreply@blogger.com1