I am feeling a little stressed this morning for no real reason. I was once diagnosed with existential ennui, which I sometimes think of as angst. I have been eating well, sleeping, getting exercise, staying busy and productive, doing things with friends...so it doesn't make sense and that, in turn, makes me worry...but I am actually making some progress in controlling my inner turmoil, not to say it is easy or completely satisfactory, but I breathe deep and try to be positive and it helps.

I spent most of the day yesterday at the Land Trust, working mainly on the application for accreditation as a housing counseling agency. It is not easy, but I am making some headway. I do not have the information in my head that would make it easy to answer the questions about the organization, as I would if I were Nancy or Heather. It would be much quicker and easier for them to do. But if they had the time, they would be doing it themselves. Nathan is the administrative assistant (his title is Asset Manager---?) and he has helped a lot. It makes me a little crabby, perhaps, that there is so much to do and not enough time and money. It seems clear that Heather (and probably Nancy, too) have way more on their plates than they can handle. There is plenty of work I could do, but I suspect they are not getting rich on their salaries and they are in danger of not being able to continue at the same level because of decreases in funding. If the world were somehow run differently, they would have money to hire me and I would be able to get things a little less chaotic. Anyway, it is good to feel useful, but at the same time, I have not applied for any jobs this week and I have not done any work on the directory, etc.

I brought leftovers for lunch and stayed there about 5 hours. I went to pick up Ray and we got home before 5. It was still sunny and very warm, highs in the 70s. We worked on supper together, which was a pleasant change, and ate about 5:30. I had volunteered to handle the box office for Town & Gown, so we had to go by the Classic Center at 6:30 to pick up the tickets and then to the theater. Only about 50 people came  to the play, perhaps in part because of a B-52's concert at the Classic Center. Deb and John and Becky were there (Kent is away on a ski trip). The play was Dancing at Lughnasa, a quite sad play set in Ireland...five grown unmarried sisters, whose brother has been a missionary in Africa. One of the women has a son and the story is told from his memory. It was excellent and left me glad to be living here in the 21st century (with a husband).

It was almost 11 when we got home and went to bed. Ray is still asleep, which is wonderful. He has been getting up before 5 to work on his class preparation, and I am sure he will spend a lot of time on it this weekend, but at least he can sleep some.