Maybe I should just rename my blog. Something like “One Million Reasons Betsy Doesn’t Blog Regularly”. That would be appropriate.

Since my last set of excuses, work stuff has gotten sorted out (which required quite a few hours of meetings to finally settle on, and will probably be completely reworked again this week), but it made this a rather stressful week. Add some . . . hmm. We’ll call it “excitement”. That’s a nice word that can encompass both good and stressful things . . . from Matt’s half of our world, meetings, a dinner with friends, two barbeques, and the usual church obligations, and I’ve felt a bit stretched this week.

This week looks much the same; dinner tomorrow night with folks who are becoming good friends, band rehearsal Tuesday, going-away shindig for friends on Wednesday, and preparation for a weekend retreat from Friday midday through Sunday. Plus my usual work stuff, a resolution to get my tush back in gear on the manuscript work, and putting together the kernels of ideas that will grow into the sermon I’m preaching in late August at church.

Bob2 was looking rather sickly after several weeks out on the porch railing, so we brought him back inside, since he seemed to thrive there. Fingers crossed that I haven’t killed another one.

Speaking of being busy, I should get ready for dinner tonight with our small group so when dessert comes out of the oven I’ll be ready to get in the car and head over.

My brain doesn’t want to work.

I say, “Brain, how about working now so I can keep moving on this manuscript that’s been languishing in disrepair since February?”And my brain says, “:-P”. And makes a rude noise at me.

Figuratively speaking, of course.

Work has been irregular in pretty much every sense of the word, and is likely to continue that way for some time to come. It’s a little unsettling, but I’m managing. I’ve read a lot this week.

There’s a little boy banging his chair repeatedly on the patio a few feet away from me and I am so tempted to say something to his dad, who is ignoring him to talk on the phone.

In good news, Matt’s employers are upping his paid hours so that he’s eligible for medical insurance through them. So that will save us quite a bit of money on insurance and bring in more in paychecks. Good all around.

And I bought a bird feeder thingy to hang out on our porch so the birds will come. Shiloh likes watching the birds. We’ll see if it works. We’ve been neglecting her a bit. Not a lot, just a bit, but she’s playing it up like a star actress. Melodrama Dog.

That’s about all from this quarter. Maybe I’ll be witty tomorrow….

I haven’t posted in quite a while. That is in part because work has been a bit strange lately; in part because Matt was home for a very brief period last weekend and most of the time was spent getting him and his stuff ready to turn around and leave again; and in part because my mom flew in on Tuesday morning to keep me company (and keep me sane) through the last bit of Matt’s Huge Month of Being Away.

So, what have I been up to? Not as much as I wish. I’ve taken Shiloh to the dog park regularly, spent time with some good friends, and am currently reading Jim Butcher’s FURIES OF CALDERON, which I like very much thus far.

My boss hasn’t been doing all that well lately. . . for a while it was just general fatigue, but recently that translated into a couple of falls when he was at home, and he is currently in the hospital for a little while as a result of that. I haven’t spoken with him directly, but the latest news I got was that the doctors are confident that he will recover fully, though he won’t be leaving his home for a week or possibly more. On the one hand, it’s nice to not have to work while Mom is visiting; on the other, I sincerely wish that condition were not a result of Vernon’s injuring himself.

So that’s what’s happening with me. Shiloh’s still cute; Bob2 is still alive out on the porch, as best I can tell. And Matt comes home tomorrow afternoon! Woohoo! I get my husband back!

Time to go and finish reading the book. It’s “due” back to the generous soul who lent it to me on Sunday. (He knows that without a deadline, things tend to languish on my To-Read Shelf. Smart boy.)