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I'm back! Yippee!!  Compared to the past week, this has been an excellent day!

The day started with hours of conversations with family. I mean HOURS. First we called Mr.'s dad. Of course, talked to his mom a bit too. Then called my dad. And talked to my mom. That was a longer conversation. Then called my sister, whose birthday was this past week too. And talked a loooooooong time. Yeah. It took almost all morning. But good to be in touch with all those special people.

A little time wasting. Little.

Then exercise. I did Zumba—nothing like starting off with the most intense routine right after a long break. Well, I didn't quite make it all the way through. But it's a start. My knee seemed pretty solid, but it aches just a little bit tonight. I will only do Zumba once a week to start.

Lunch. Off to my friend's restaurant. She is out of the country for a few weeks, and I said I'd help her with the accounts. Crazy. I am not great at money and figuring. But I think I can do it. I counted up and recorded things today. All safely in the safe. I hope everything goes OK. It seems like a big responsibility.

Home. Wrote our weekly update. Prepared a few more e-mails and sent them out. Soup for supper. Followed by cinnamon rolls. The last remnants of the baking day I had with the ladies this weekend.

Now after the blog I'll find a recipe for supper tomorrow. We're off to a good start for this week.

The only thing that was missing was devotions. I didn't spend any time with God. I didn't think of it until later in the day. So, actually, not such a good start to the week. Boo. When is it going to become necessary like breathing or eating?? Half day with Him tomorrow, but when is it going to be moment by moment, every day?

OK. Still have a ways to go.

I was talking with Mr. yesterday, expressing relief that my "funk" was passing. He wondered at my concern at feeling down. He pointed that nobody can feel up and happy all the time. He has a point. It's unrealistic to expect to always be in good spirits. I think it worries me because my dad has struggled with depression. It has been a problem all his life. I am so afraid of falling into that pit like he did. It does terrible things to a person.