que pasa

Woke up this morning to sound of drilling going on at 830am.  Mind you, on a saturday morning.  Happens on sunday mornings too.  Been like that for the past month.  It's the weekend, can't I sleep in?!?!?  Surely people should have some respect for weekends.  Start at 11am at least, sigh.

Couldn't ignore it.  Rolled out of bed.  Did tons of laundry and then went to work.  Been working every night and weekend for goodness knows how long.  Intray piling up faster than I can clear.  It's probably better that the drilling woke me to get me going.

Was at cell group today.  I was rather out of it as Papa seemed to be drawing my attention to something else from what the speaker was saying.  Felt that my priorities are quite out of whack.  How did things turn out like this?  I don't know if I can make the necessary adjustments.  But I got the message.

We had (belated) thanksgiving dinner and hung out after that, which was really fantastic actually.  Seriously good laughs.   I will miss them when they've gone home for christmas.  I'm so thankful for them.

Wonder if there will be drilling tomorrow morning.  Maybe don't need to set alarm anymore.