The end of the semester has stresses of its own. Coming to see my uncle on Mother’s Day weekend, which is when my aunt was buried, adds to that. Moving this summer also adds to it. Having a paper to give next Saturday that I haven’t finished just piles it on.

Deciding that I should write another paper in the interim is foolish. So why do I still have the pages open to do that? Because I don’t want to waste the time I’ve spent on it and I think I might be able to get something good out of the whole thing (another publication).

I had enjoyed looking for houses on the net, but then that was making me stressed and I was spending all my time doing it, so I stopped. But then I run out of stuff to do on the net.

I’ve actually graded all the essays from yesterday, figured out grades. I’ve done all I can do for work from here.

This is going to be the best move of my life. I am going home, taking my husband with me (eventually). We are embarking on a totally life-changing adventure and I know that it is the path set before us.

I don’t know where we are going to live or what I am going to teach or where we will go to church (and I should add that to my prayer list, which really should get prayed about more often) but I know that this is what we are supposed to be doing and where we are supposed to be going. I’m faith walking here, but it is true.

Hopefully getting stuff done will reduce the stress and I can just take one thing at a time and get through it. It doesn’t make it easier to worry about it.

Oh, and just because it is bugging me, I have been eating significantly less food (and no nightshades) and I haven’t lost weight. I lost a few pounds and then it either stalled or I gained them back. That is not the way I want to go with this weight thing. God, could you fix that?