The Well is Dry, as They Say

I will freely admit that's it's been a bit of a strange week thus far. I've found myself getting into a weird sort of funk as the days go by; can't really say what it is that's causing it, really. It's just one of those things that seems to happen to me on occasion. It often comes at the strangest times, and its manifestation is always the same: (1) a general feeling of melancholy, and (2) being kept awake until the wee hours.

As a result of three days and two nights of this, I'm exhausted. It's 9:30 right now, and I feel like it's midnight. I'll have to keep it short tonight, then, because I'm afraid that the sound my head makes when I fall asleep on the keyboard will wake Theo. Then we'd all be in trouble.

Speaking of Theo (I know, he's got a blog of his own; why not just save it for there--well, I don't really have a good answer to that except that I need something to talk about tonight), he's been in the whiniest mood recently. He's also explored a new pitch to his whine that's somewhere in the stratosphere. I think the dogs next door actually go crazy when he does it. Not sure where he picked it up (probably from those no-good hooligans he hangs around with--oh wait, he hangs around with us all day), but he can take it back wherever it came from, as far as I'm concerned.

There's something about a whiny infant that just grates on you, you know? I can take roughly 5 milliseconds of it before becoming annoyed, which makes me glad that I'm not here during the day and that my wife has a much higher level of tolerance than I. But we take heart, knowing that Theo's disposition is usually sunny, so there must be something, like teeth, brewing. Last time he was this whiny, he had two teeth within a week. If I'm going to be putting up with whiny, the least that can happen is me getting something out of it, you know what I'm saying?

The biggest challenge about being this tired at a Bible college is the struggle of staying awake through prayer times. Fine, call me unspiritual, but I have to say that it's a big issue at times. So of course, when I'm the absolute tiredest (is that even a word? Tonight's post should be titled "A Study in Superlatives." I'll get my English major wife in here for the official word. And when I say "English major" I mean that she majored in English. Not that she's a major who happens to be English. She's not in the RAF. She isn't even English. Although there is English blood back there a few generations. And I guess technically she majored in English literature, not grammar and such. What a boring degree that would be. I can't wait for the graduate-level program. They probably would have seminars like "Advanced Split Infinitives" or "The Danger of Dangling Modifiers." Oh, those dastardly dangling modifiers. Not quite as loathed in the grammar world as incorrect verb tenses, but they're more fun to say) is when they call a campus-wide day of prayer. Lots of eyes closed today. So I forced myself to kneel in prayer when I had to pray solo, and that kept me awake. Cold, hard cafeteria linoleum will do that to you.

I seem to have exhausted my supply of weekend pictures already. It's a good thing I took some shots last night, I guess. Looking them over in the sober light of day (or night, in this case) makes me realize that they're not actually all that good. So here's the one shot that is actually blog-worthy...

Ah. So nice. Peaceful. That's what it's all about here in Three Hills--peace and quiet. Until my neighbour started hammering something with great urgency a while back. Not sure what's so important to be hammered at 9:00, but hey, that's the way it goes.

So nice of you to stop by. Tomorrow's posting will hopefully have a little less whining from me and maybe a little more fun and games. We'll see. It is Friday tomorrow, so that's always good for some sort of fun. We'll see. Speaking of see, I'll see you then.