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Thursday, August 19, 2004

in which Sara talks about her breakfast

I noticed yesterday that I have a wedding ring tanline. Heh. I can't believe it's been three months already.

I'm kind of out of it today because the dog was in Pacing Mode last night, and didn't calm down until after 2:00. There's usually one night like this whenever I take care of her, so it's not unexpected, just tiring. I treated myself to a yummy breakfast of lox cream cheese with a tiny bit of bagel this morning.

Oh, shit, I've become someone who blogs about what she eats, and it's not even interesting stuff.

Mostly I'm just freaking out about starting skool, which is possibly even less interesting than hearing about what I had for breakfast. I have orientation on Saturday. Spouses are invited, so Dennis is going to come along until he has to leave for work. He's letting me frame it as, "hey, won't this be interesting for you, to hear all about what I'll be doing!" but we both know that he's there to keep me from bolting out of the room. God is scaring me lately. It's one thing to be sort of dicking around with one's calling and feeling all special, as I have been for the past however many years, and another thing entirely to actually go to the school cafeteria and get a bunch of papers and a festive binder which seem to indicate that you're actually doing something about it.
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