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wotd: languor

languor \LANG-guhr; LANG-uhr\, noun:
1. Mental or physical weariness or fatigue.
2. Listless indolence, especially the indolence of one who is satiated by a life of luxury or pleasure.
3. A heaviness or oppressive stillness of the air.

My sister Mandy makes fun of my daily checklist. Today's checklist goes:
  • buns
  • Bible
  • blog
  • walk
  • portfolio
  • 7:00 pm Town Hall: Ed & Tiny
  • legs

Tomorrow's checklist goes:
  • arms
  • Bible
  • blog
  • walk
  • chapel
  • portfolio deadline
  • Jack Choir 6:45
  • Ring Sonoran bells 6:30-8:30
  • abs

Translated, that means I started the day with the 8 min buns workout, then perused today's Bible reading with attendant reflection from Forward Day by Day. Then I took the dog for a walk. Since I've got the hare-brained notion to write these daily blog entries I've been marking them on my to-do list early in the day, but discover that they're better suited for end-of-the-day (next week, I'll move them). In the afternoon I dedicated an hour or two to working on our classroom's NAEYC portfolio. This evening the Discernment Committee held the first of 6 Town Hall meetings, chaired by Ed Maxwell and scribed by Tiny Read. When I got home I did the 8 min legs workout, cracked a beer and steamed some shu mai, and hear I sit typing away. My list doesn't even include the day's routine things, like preparing 3 meals for myself and Jack, working from 8:45 to 3:15 with a roomful of three year olds, shopping at Big Lots for snacks. It's no wonder my mind is deep in languor.

What's ironic: before today's wotd I thought languor was a state of decadent laziness. I guess that's what meaning 2 denotes... funny that the same word can mean two entirely different things.

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