—John Piper, Desiring God
Logged my office time and brought home tasks that remain ("I have a dream, a dream that one day, our church will lease a copy machine that can do saddle-stitch stapling..."). How do the days fill up? Mine seem to fill with the undone things of yesterday. I'm looking pretty booked up until Tuesday, my own fault entirely. Brings out the anti-social side of me, but each evening's social obligation is important and not rescheduleable (may have just made up a word there; use at your leisure).
Finally e-mailed the Finance Team about our cash flow problems/realizations of a week ago. Since each member of the team was out of town at the time, I went directly to the Session for a solution, and I hadn't yet followed up. Pseudo-politics frustrate me: I think everything is fine (no one has come to me), but picked up some grumblyness (another newly-minted word?) in a forwarded e-mail thread from a deacon yesterday. Held off in writing until today in part because I didn't want to simply be trying to justify myself— an impulse I struggle with, because it disregards the truth that I am already completely justified in Christ. It's done now, with a five-point timeline and five bullet-pointed conclusions. Bureaucrat extraordinaire.
Pray that I never write anything that boring here: the vagueness of my journal is often (at least partially) my effort to avoid being redundant and dry. Oh, and also to avoid disclosing information that might force me to kill an unauthorized reader.
One of the good things about Saturday work is that, when the urge for a nap strikes, I can take it. And take it I shall, make no mistake.
Travel planning needs to kick in this weekend. Honestly, I have no idea how much vacation time I'm allotted; I only know I've not taken one in the year since I've worked for my church. Logistics, logistics...one way or the other, I'm still gettin' my travel on, even if it's just to Houston.
"You goin'? We been there..."