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Yesterday morning, I got up. Amazing of its own, but not my whole point. I got up and went into the bathroom. I clicked on the light. flickaflickaflickaPOP was the sound from the light bulb as it burned out. click, click; click, click I toggled the switch to confirm the obvious.

I had no time to change the bulb. I leave little enough time to get dressed and ready as it is. I determined I would fix it when I got home tonight.

It was cool enough in my apartment that I decided I needed the bathroom door closed while I showered, so as to retain the heat. My shower is small, and I did okay in the dark.

Yesterday evening, I came home from work. I went into the bathroom. click I felt like such an idgit, especially since I was suprised when the light did not go on again.

I stared up at the fixture. I really should fix this, while there’s daylight, and I have time. After a moment’s more consideration, I guessed that the bulbs were in the bathroom closet, in the back of the room. click The light STILL did NOT go on. Go figure, as I mumbled humorous grumblings at my stuperior intellect.

I am out of light bulbs. I need to get some on the way home from drama practice tonight.

You’ll never guess what I did again THIS morning.

At least it didn’t suprise me this time. I turned on the kitchen light, and enough leaked under the door to make the room navigable….

In case it was missed, God answers prayer.

I am not tumbling now. I am still slightly stressed [grins] but, the pressure of the Bond Issue materials will be over with in…just about an hour, actually. I plan to make this Saturday a “clean house” day (which includes materials carried in my car). Friday, I have an inkling of a plan for “going out”.

Currently, I am station-keeping while I blast away the debris in close orbit. Engines are nominal, but untested, as I am station-keeping [smiles]. After cleaning house, after getting through the weekend, I will be able to set course once again, and chew on the new rawhides of ideas God has laid before me. Then I still need to look back abit and see how I got myself into that brief but snarlly mess.

“Play at life”. For INTP’s, work IS play!

Thanks everyone who is reading, and commenting, or even just tipping your hat!