It's started out a sad day today. The Eve Carson thing has been on my mind. I know this is silly but for some strange reason it reminds me of the Jason Ray thing, the Phi Gamma Delta thing, and even the Henderson Street thing. Too many sad things happen.

I'm also kind of leary of this weekend. Its rainy. I have alot of school work to do. The house has degraded into a real mess that I will have to clean before Brooklynne gets back.

Top it all off with a edginess that I can't really explain well. Last night in small group, Erin was talking about psychological shalom. I would describe my feeling as partial pyschological non-shalomness. It hit me late last night and carried over to today. Have you ever felt like you needed to do something to be at peace, but you were not sure what? It probably has something to do with Brooklynne not being here coupled with guilt for not being particularly productive while she's been gone.

But one of my favorite lines from an old Caedmon's song is "get up sad bones." I can't remember if this is where they got the line, but it reminds me of God telling Job to get up and get dressed. I think I'm going to recenter myself and push forward tonight. Maybe if I knock out a couple of books tonight, I'll feel better. Here are the two I'm going to focus on: