The Gaming Outpost

I am not even entirely certain myself what happened to yesterday.  It was one thing after another, and then when I finally returned from the last thing, picking up a son who wanted to come home for a few days, I looked at a clock which made it nearly one thirty, and I gave up the day without even starting the morning Corinthians study.

Today is a bit easier to explain.  The car trouble was getting worse, not better, despite home remedy efforts yesterday, and I was anticipating making a major trip north this weekend for which things needed to be right.  Thus I took my two and a half hours of sleep last night, and dragged myself into clothes and out of the house this morning (which took much longer than it ought to have done), taking the car to a mechanic who does reliable work quickly.  It proved to be the water pump, not, as had been hoped, one of the hoses; but it is working now.  Since I am no longer in the sort of shape that makes hikes of over five miles reasonable affairs, I spent the morning in a diner a block from the shop, working on editing my Romans work while drinking coffee to stay awake.  When I got home (by way of a grocery store to pick up something for a couple of suppers), I was too tired to think and too tense to sleep, so the rest of the day was lost.  Then, maybe an hour and a half ago, I realized that I was waking up a bit despite not having slept, and I determined to do at least a bit of what I would otherwise have to boot into tomorrow, my off day.

However, tomorrow will be early, even though I think I have been saved from having it be long.  There is a morning trip scheduled relative to helping someone with transportation but making sure that we have the vehicles we need for the work we have to do.  There may be more than one such trip, but everything changed this evening when a call came asking that we reschedule our northbound trip to next weekend.  This was originally proposed as a way to help us with our transportation problems, but when I announced that we had resolved the repair of the car and that next weekend would be worse, it came out that people we are visiting are not well and would like a week to recover.  Thus I think it will be next weekend–although things change so abruptly around here, that nothing can be certain.

And for this reason I am going to nip my efforts short tonight, finish the barest essentials of what I missed yesterday and today, and see whether my body will let me sleep.

–M. J. Young