I am exhausted

So I made it through the week. The retreats, the mandarin class, the grading, the grades, the meetings, the verification sheets, the gnocchi party, and the workshop. I'm exhausted.

Tomorrow I have to direct music at two masses. Monday is a day off work, but I meet with a student and then have more meetings. Next weekend, I wasn't supposed to have to go on the retreat, but J is double booked, so I have to go cover for her on Sunday.

What do I really want to do? I really would rather just study mandarin, watch Battlestar Galactica, and have a clean house. It's starting to get chilly, so I have to get my fireplace fixed. I've been ignoring the oral surgeon and the sleep study people.

There's a big jazz concert at Immaculate today, and a social studies teacher is having a party. I might just skip both and curl up on my couch.

One political thing and then I'll publish. North Korea says that the US is their enemy. Now they pretend to have a bomb and people are blaming who? South Korea's sunshine policy , of course. I heard on tv the other day that the North Koreans ACTUALLY consider the Americans more enemy than the South Koreans. Oh really? Haven't the North Koreans been saying exactly that? Anyway, stop blaming the South Korean sunshine policy.

Sunday Morning: clean house, stomach ache

So it's the Labor Day Sunday, and I got up this morning before 8:00am with the stomach ache associated with pizza and a miniscule amount of soreness in my kidney holes.

Did I mention that after the ol' renal biopsy, I never peed blood? How do you not pee blood after they pull out chunks of your kidney? Maybe I didn't bleed? Or maybe my kidney filtered out all the blood! If that was the case, I would probably never have needed a renal biopsy.

I'm thinking about scouting the church on the Eastside that's looking for a Gospel choir director. I still have a couple hours to decide to blow it off.

I bought a new reading lamp for my night stand!

So some people have moved into the drug house. I thought I saw a big truck wrapped in promotional wrap, suggesting my new neighbors were music producers... or DJs! I walked my friend A through the alley last night, and of course took a snooping glance in the window... was that a big screen tv I saw? Snoop snoop!

I think I'm hoping that they're music producers. Maybe it's Jimmy Jam. I wouldn't mind a DJ either. Too bad the Vietnamese karaoke neighbors are gone. I miss them. My theory is that people with a lot of professional gear in their house will be good neighbors, because they're worried about their gear getting stolen. I also am kind of excited about hearing fresh beats (during decent hours, of course). I only want my neighborhood to be quiet at night.

Over the summer, during the day, I could hear a jazz rehearsal on the other side of the pea patch. I can hear the drums from my place, if I go out into the street, I can hear a saxophone and bass. And then there's the blues guitar-playin' going on in the Skinny Townhouses For Yuppies (STOFYs).

I think the worst musical neighbors would be the divas: MCs, lead guitarists, trumpet players... the ones that are always turning up their volumes because they can't hear themselves.