the sound of trumpets

And the heavenly chorus sang, the clouds parted, and I did a happy dance.

Okay, that's not quite the way it happened, but it was what I saw happening in my mind. Finally, the decision was made to go ahead with the test team starting Monday. What a lovely feeling to hear that I had only hours left on a team of people who don't work, a supervisor who has no clue and slave to a computer program that makes you understand why people go postal.

In other realms, I found out that dad may have a job change of sorts coming as well. There is talk of him moving to Wyoming... which means not living in Colorado. That's just weird, but it may work. Granted, if that happens, it looks like a move for me (back into dad's house with Nathan), but that is workable. Don't get me wrong, I love where I am, but I am sensing that my time here may be up. June is just around the corner and I'm not entirely sure what else sits at that intersection.

The play is coming along nicely. While I'm excited about performances, and I always want shows to last forever, I'm also looking forward to a Saturday morning of sleeping in, not living at the church (nothing against the church, but I do like my own bed) and having some time to myself.

Can't say that there is anything else really exciting going on. I still need to get my book broken up into chapters so it can be translated and improved. I think that will be my project for the month of June. Then it's time to write another one in July. Of course, I'm going to do the whole insane month of November again (if I'm not directing a play or in a play or something like that), but I don't see any reason to limit myself to one month of writing per year. Now, if only I could figure out how to make my blog publishable (in print) and sell it, I would be all set, but that's just a dream.

Happy weekend. Leave your mark below and let me know you stopped by.