Ennui

 Thursday.  The sun shone for a little while, but it has been raining mostly otherwise.  We have been indoors for most of this day.  I have been fairly productive, getting up early to study and do the stretching video.  I am determined to keep it up.  I have worked on some cleaning projects that I have been meaning to do for some time. That feels good.

I have contacted a couple of our young adults and heard back from them.  I have been texting our young man who is now in India.  It sounds like his parents are so very grateful to have him back home safe and sound, that they may bring all their persuasive powers to bear in order to keep him in India.  I don't blame them.  I remember that last March, Erin was just so grateful to have all her kids at home - safe under their roof.  I felt like she and Melissa got us esconced in the basement apartment in south Gilbert, and then like a little mother hen, breathed a sigh of relief to have everyone home.

With the exciting news that SK's visa extension has been granted, I'm finding it hard to focus on anything.  Once again, I have checked my email frequently throughout this day.  I look at the clock and then continue what I am doing, and then think, "Maybe I ought to check the email again." -- only to find that it has been only fifteen minutes since I last checked."

Suffice it to say, I have not heard from the visa office today.

And....I find I am experiencing ennui.  This is what Webster's has to say about it:

Definition of ennui: a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction : BOREDOM

I think that has been me today.  Putzing away, but just waiting for something big to happen.  Big, like a visa extension.  SK and I have been discussing what we will do if they refuse my application for an extension.  Obviously we will have to appeal, and that could take months - or days.  We will see.

I was up at 1 a.m. to talk to a lady who was here last year serving in Cambridge.  She and her husband are remarkable individuals.  She is literally - a rocket scientist, and he is equally intellectual.   Since returning home last  March, she has been on the full gamut of treatment for breast cancer, and is on the recovering side now.  Her husband has had a knee replaced and is about to get the other one done.  We worked with them on the reading schedule for Jesus the Christ for the mission.  They were wonderful to work with.  She will speak this Saturday on our mission call and will speak about the book Jesus the Christ, the author and the idea of becoming disciples of Christ.  I was up talking to her for an hour and then wrote some emails, and got back into bed at 3.  

So I am dragging tonight.  Once again I am writing in the evening instead of morning, but I am going to get back to the morning thing.

Tomorrow.

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