My head is packed and swirling. Like a stream overflowing it's banks. I can't even pull a few thoughts out of the flood to expound upon. Too slippery.
I had a great birthday.
I have to clean out my schoolroom.
I need to plant my garden.
How do I pray for Amber?
Who can I get to teach Jr. High girls?
When is Chris geting home?
Do we have enough milk?
How do I not grow weary in doing good?
What curriculum will I use next year?
Where do I even start in organizing my house?
I miss my mother.
I miss the Hill's already.
I wonder if I'll have time to read today.
The Women's Event took more out of me than I'd realized.
Those are the few that I could grab ahold of. Maybe I'll elaborate later.
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Dearest. You should come and play at my house. I'll make you coffee and feed you chocolate.
I was going to ask you what curriculum I should use next year.
You are supposed to be the curriculum queen or so I have heard.
Go to Kim's...there is still some cake!
Are you not teaching jr high girls any more? Sad day. Come see my blog. And read Till We Have Faces. I love that book.
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