And it is. Not as much as it could be, but I've a great weight off of me now, and am feeling better, if still worried. But I know the score, and as much as I don't like to think about it and it sucks, well, there aint nuthin I can do about it, so I'd best be accepting the facts and just doing what I can to make the time we have as special and as amazing as I can.

And I will--it's what I do.

I'm hanging in there, best as I can. Trying not to bartend, though the money is tight. Gots to be paying bills this week, and that always makes me sad. But then I'm going to think long and hard about hard core overtime, so that I might take another trip somewhere soon.

Of course, the coffee's on, and I'd love to have guests myself. There's no filet mignon, and I don't have a housekeeper, but I've got five seasons of Xfiles on dvd and a massive collection of video tapes.

Work is going well--as I told my supe today, I'm nothing amazing, but I am consistent...
I need to find my way out of my current food trap...not sure how that will work, but we'll start with more water and less coffee and see how that goes...

Youth group is having movie night at my house this week, so I'd best get updates done and some housework too.

Hugs and shout outs to my friends who stumble across here--you know who you are!! And Susan, I wish I was snuggled up to No one right now! :)
Did I mention it snowed all week--no lingering stuff, but highways all around us are shut down, and blizzards less than five hundred miles away. Bleah....

Summer soon, right?
 

It Is Well (With My Soul)
(Arr. by Philip Nicholas)

(I)

When peace like a river attendeth my way.
When sorrow like sea billows roll.
Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say,
"It is well, it is well, with my soul".

(II)

My sin oh the bliss of this glorious thought.
My sin not in part but the whole
Are nailed to that cross and I'll bear them no more!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, O my soul!!

(Chorus)

It is well (It is well)
With my soul (with my soul).
It is well, it is well with my soul.

(III)

And Lord please haste the day
When my faith shall be sight.
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll.
The trump shall resound
And the Lord shall descend!
Even so, it is well with my soul.