Joie de vivre

And it was fine. Good, actually. Quite well, for what it was and what we are. I'm happy. Later I may not be, but for now, relief is the order of the day.

Maybe I can de-stress now.

*thinks of 30,000 books left to move*

Ooops.

Maybe not?

I think the next two weeks are going to be insanely busy. Massive book moving is approaching.

Rapidly.

The mock dress rehearsal for Reader's Theatre was tonight. Drama in public does not come naturally to me, but the others seemed to assume that my serious and ernest reading (as apposed to the ham I thought I was being) of Hymn to Ham was effective. (It is a very important and necessary piece of imformation that the jam was blackberry jam, darnit, even if you don't see it at first!)

A hundred a ten cadets are going to attend; Sgt. Cox is coming, Sgt. Pidgeon said he's coming. Plus various friends and relations. Should be interesting.

Oh, Ramon is going to be reading "How to Make Elephant Stew" with a French chef's accent. It is quite the funniest thing I've seen in a good while. Between that and the posh English accent Phillip is adopting for Green Eggs and Ham...wish I were accentedly gifted.

So I wondered around the base trying to look like I knew what I was doing, and I got lost twice, and I suddenly felt very self-conscious when I realized that every one of the cadets I saw has passed through my library many times and yes, they all look alike to me but I'm sure I'm recognizable. Yipes. Also, I went into a building that I thought was an office and was actually a dorm. Oops.

Incoherence reigns and there is work to be done; I shall be gone. *poof*