Busy, Busy, Busy

And I don't even have graduation or moving to blame for having no time to write.

 

Taking a couple of minutes while waiting on another fax to say:

 

There's a lot of mumps out there.  (1120+ in Iowa, a smattering here...)

 

My desk is a disaster again, but the presentations are getting done, policies are getting reviewed, disease investigations are happening...so I guess it's all relative.

 

Sometimes busy-ness keeps me from having time to process all I need to think about.  I want to have time to write poetry, to write gorgeous prose on relationships, to think about faith.  I want enough time to be able to understand what B16 really meant in His Easter vigil homily...(I don't "get" philosophical writings on the 1st, 2rd or 3rd pass--I missed the part in school when we learned to think without pictures.)

 

Maybe I had the mumps that day.