Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

I am so tired I can hardly move, but I'm still completely mentally zinging. Doing a concert seems to do that to me. This was only the second one I've ever performed in with SoulFire, so I can only base it on those two experiences... well, if I think about it, I'm usually pretty hyped up after Sunday nights anyway. So maybe it's just PLAYING that gets me charged up.

Now that I think about it, I think that's it. Yes, it's hard work, and it's mentally taxing, but it's like the more I give, the more I get. It's hard for me to get tired of playing. Working, yes. I can get tired of working. Even eating or sleeping or vegging, I can get tired of. But playing? I have yet to find my threshold.

Rick is taking the opportunity tonight to go to a late movie. He has been dying to see "Hitchhiker's Guide," even though I told him what crappy, crappy reviews it got. What a disappointment, too -- HGTTG should've been a bang-up good movie. I'll watch it when it comes out on DVD, I'm sure, but I didn't really want to waste my money if everybody hated it.

A lot going on this week for us. It's finals at school, and I've got a ton of paperwork to turn in for them. I've got two papers to get ready to turn in TOMORROW in my Child & Adolescent Development class. A very important meeting is coming up on Wednesday which I'll elaborate about later. And next weekend is another SoulFire gig. Music practices on both Tuesday AND Thursday evenings as well. And next weekend Martha leaves for church camp. I swear, summers don't bring any rest for me -- they get busier instead of freer. I'll be glad, though, for a little sleeping-in once in a while. I hate getting up early. It's against my very nature. When I do get up early, you can rest assured it's by the grace of God and not by any self-discipline or desire on my part. The verse in Proverbs about how God grants sleep to those He loves? I am fond of that one. I feel VERY loved when I'm able to sleep 'til I wake up, whatever time that may be.