level, that is. Of a place that is not Paradiso. (not really--I just like euphemizing.)
Last night I was a spy in Communist Bulgaria. I was supposed to eat certain papers if I was ever discovered. Dr. Van was there--but I don't know if he was a friend or enemy. My family was there, too, and I didn't want anything to happen to them if I got caught, so I tried to put barriers between us. N was a spy, but he told Them that he was an actor, which I thought was pretty stupid and tried to cover up by insulting his acting ability, but I was nervous and made it worse. I thought they might be on to me--they made me watch the capture of a spy. But I wasn't sure. I desperately needed to tell someone something before they caught me. But I wasn't sure whether to disrupt the CC TV where They were always watching (thus making myself more suspicious) and make a dash for it, or wait them out. I was trying to decide...when my alarm went off.
I turned it off and rolled over, wanting to find out what happened to me. But then I remembered--I had to go to work.
5:45 is not my favorite time of day, but it's better than 4 (my mornings have been somewhere between these all week). At least there's a glimmer of light, which makes it seem not so bad. And I generally get home fairly early, which would be nice, if my inability to nap or go to bed early didn't hang on so persistently. I'm getting to know the road to the City well enough to drive it with my eyes closed, and I'm about ready to try. But tomorrow I get to sleep in until almost 7...
There are definitely good parts too--I'm reading a lot, and talking seriously with people. And I get to see a lot of the countryside. And yesterday I got to hang out at one of our new Starbucks popping up (which one of my regular riders perpetually refers to as "Starbuck"). I talked to the lady sweeping up and people who were adulterating their coffee, since my seat was near there (one guy asked me which was cream, so I told him I thought it was the one that said "half and half" sitting right in front). I read L's Father Brown book, and put in a good word for Chesterton to those who asked about my book (but one man told me he only read mysteries). The supervisor told me they wouldn't sell me any more refills. I laughed, which meant he was joking.
Today I told my riders they didn't want to see me without coffee. They thought I was joking.
I'm so tired, N, that I would be breathless giggling at the worst joke you could come up with. And since you're not here, I'm having to make the jokes myself.
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I can tell you miss your brother. But he is doing such a very good job here. It's awesome to have him as a part of the counselor team. Tonight we have counselor imitation skits of him and me :/.
Aww...
I've been so tired that I'm cracking jokes that you would be giggling hysterically about, but since you're not here I have to laugh at them myself...
And of course I was a spy, and are you trying to get me caught blowing my cover?!?!?
The Ninth is a cold, dark place, full of chomping monsters, and I'm very happy that Oklahoma is none of those during July days. :-)
No, I am sensible of your distress, puella. Just trying to cheer you up a bit. I hope you get some sleep soon. Summer isn't supposed to be exhausting...
Why is it that no one ever shares happy dreams? Why must it always be the disturbing ones? I think you roomed with S too long.
:-P
Oh, dears!
Thacia,
Yes, I do miss him. And I miss you. But I know you are both doing wonderful work there, and God is using you in the lives of those people, so I am glad. I want to hear about the skits (and, incidentally, anything else you want to tell me about N's life ;).
Nathan,
*hysterical giggle even at that* I decided I wouldn't make a good spy. But why were you telling them you were a good actor?
Pinon Coffee,
quite so. Oklahoma is far from being cold or dark during July (although it may have chomping monsters), and no one is happier about this than I. I'm really much, much better now--I was only a bit tired--, but it's always cheery to be cheered by you. Thank you. I have gotten some sleep, and I don't have to stop come August!
Oh, daughter of mine,
You didn't think that was a happy dream? I enjoyed it (note the desire to find out the ending). I know you've heard much more disturbing ones (having told you some myself). And please don't compare me to S. I was an AMERICAN WOMAN CIVILIAN SPY.
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