I woke up Saturday with with the latest delivery from the Cold-of-the-Week Club. But there would be no relaxing and sleeping it off. The usual Saturday tasks: tidying, Anna at ballet, more tidying. Then it’s off to Grandma Martin’s 90 birthday party, which was very nice. Good conversation with family I haven’t seen for a while, and some I’d never before met.

On the way to get the kids and head home, I got a call that I needed to teach on Judges and Ruth at church the next morning; the scheduled teacher was stuck away from home. Of course, I hadn’t read it yet. Last week I had to pick between reading that and Greek study, since illness left me too short on time to do both.

Well, I was up early studying Sunday and class went well. But that wasn’t my big concern for Sunday. Sunday was also the day that [Helen’s family and the Vadnais Heights Lions Club was set to clear as much tree and brush material as possible][1] for Helen’s mom. Really good, hard, physical work. Which on a regular day is fun, and on a sick day is devastating.

I ended up a pile of weak uselessness heaped on the couch. And looking like a wreck at work this morning. And feeling the part.

And now, to sleep. Good night.

[1]: http://www.helenmartin.com/?p=53