It's much harder to ramble on about nothings than I would have thought. I'm not living an exciting bloggable life right now. I am however, sitting on the fence of indecision again and it hurts.
I want to be done with Orlando. Yet it doesn't feel quite like it's time. This leaves me feeling unsettled and fighting grumpiness. I'm working on that though. We joined the Y and I am back to several sweat filled, endorphin filled workouts a week. This helps. As does the conscious effort to avoid complaining through out Lent. That complaining habit was really taking it's toll on me. That being said, that is also more difficult that I would have thought. Sometimes, I have to enforce quiet so that I say nothing while I think of the appropriate way to say it. This is not fool proof of course, and I am even more aware of how much I stand in the need of grace.
Other than these grand moments of indecision in which we throw ourselves regularly in the Sunshine house, we are well. We still thrill over sandhill cranes and alligator sightings. Luckily for the cranes, the two have not been mixed. Only at Gatorland have we actually seen an alligator eating a fresh catch. Guess those hotdogs and pellets don't satisfy the crew.
That's my update on the gang. We are here. Life is happening. Just like it is at your house.
