Yesterday I stayed home and made a nice breakfast for my family: miniature quiches, sweet rolls with warm berry sauce, and hot cider. I made two more hot meals in the course of the day, did housework and laundry, and hemmed #1 son’s pants. This wasn’t exactly my plan for the day, but it was all worth doing.
I also worked quite a bit. For the past month, I’ve consistently had as much work as I can do, and have had to carry things over from one week to the next. I even turned down a job yesterday. It could be a fluke, but it follows the steps I took to get my billable hours per week up to 20. In general, if you take steps toward some outcome and the outcome takes place, you should be able to infer some connection. At least tentatively. So I’m guessing that I’ve met that goal, and I can now focus more on the other goals I had for the year.
One thing I did for work was to listen to a lecture by Rabbi Fohrman on the story of Tamar and Judah. This is a weird little story stuck in the middle of the big story about Joseph, the guy with the many-colored coat. Tamar is the daughter-in-law of Judah, and after losing a couple of husbands — the sons of Judah — she disguises herself as a prostitute and has sex with Judah, becoming pregnant with twins.
As Rabbi Fohrman said, “Out of all the things God could have told us, why did he tell us this?” I’ve always found the story a bit off. Maybe you have, too. If so, and if you want to understand it, then you should hear Rabbi Fohrman on the subject.
It was a refreshing interlude in the day. Today, I have a class to teach, a meeting with The Computer Guy about the Rabbi’s website, and lunch with Janalisa. The whole day will be a refreshing interlude. Then I have a couple of websites to write. Four, actually. And a site analysis, and an interesting task and discussion with The Midwesterner.
Regarding whom I have to say that he asked for a quick optimization fairly late on Saturday night and I sent it off to the coder, who then contacted me at 5:15 Sunday morning for quick feedback. Having given it, I then found myself back in conversation with The Midwesterner. It is somewhat horrifying that I was actually at the computer at both those times, but this is the sort of thing that makes me feel like a slacker compared with the other computer guys. This feeling is one of the main things that keeps me from getting to the gym, keeping the house decent, and eating properly, not to mention making anything that isn’t composed entirely of electricity.
I’m going to overcome it.