So I'm pleased to announce that the funk I'd found myself in last week seems to have lifted. I think that listening to a fellow mom describe the ordeal she went through when her little boy developed a tumor at the base of his brain was the kick I needed. I had a good cry as she described the 80+ surgeries they went through only to lose him in the end, and I think it all worked to set me back on the right track again. Amazing what a little perspective can do, huh??

It's been a good weekend. Friday was great with the girls and Jeff & I spent Saturday and Sunday working in the yard. Not our pick of activity for the weekend, but we both feel better having made a dent in the yard work that's been staring us in the face for weeks now, and we both are sporting a nice pink glow on our sunburned skin as proof we finally got outdoors for a while. My turn as a Sunday school teacher for our class even went pretty well, although I wouldn't call myself a teacher, more of a discussion leader. The topic was the release of a recent study attempting to quantify the effects, if any, that prayer had in the healing of cardiac patients. It was just a story I came across on my daily Google news run that I thought was interesting enough to keep our class in discussion for about 40 minutes (was late and had to leave early for bells) so I was glad it worked out.

Looking forward to everybody coming home: Dawn (blanking on where she went), Jeri (from Vegas), the girls (from the cruise), and my mom (from China). I want to live vicariously through all their stories without the hassle of travel, customs, sea-sickness, and over-stimulation of the casino. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me.

That's about all I have to report from my corner of the world. Talk to ya later.