Just some thoughts
If one considers 40 hours as a normal work week, I normally work a lot. This week somehow, has been brutal in comparison. It's been a slowly slipping release schedule with last minute bugs showing up due to last minute features that were crammed in. Three week ago it was "we're almost done, we just need these final features added". You try to get the job done and juggle life on the side. Two weeks ago it was "we're almost done, but we need these bugs fixed by Monday". So you put down everything else, and crank away till it's done. This past week it's been "we just found a new bug, we need it fixed in two hours... oh we found another one please fix it by tonite... oh one last one, we need it fixed first thing tomorrow morning", then when you wake up "ok, can you just add this tweak, we need it before lunch". Drag that on for a week where it's every waking moment and it gets tiring pretty quick.

Anyways, enough bitching about that, I tied it all up on Friday, left after dinner, and didn't check email again. I didn't write a paper today. I didn't write about what David felt as he fled pursuers who were trying to kill him. I don't have people trying to kill me. I don't have a kingship to fulfill. I'm just incredibly tired.

I woke up at 5:30am today and left the apartment shortly after six with my snowboard. It took us 3.5 hours to drive up to Kirkwood in South Lake Tahoe. I fulfilled my sense of tradition by having a bacon and egg bagel meal with orange juice at McDonald's for breakfast. I marvelled at the beauty and grandeur of the snow covered Sierras. We cursed at the 45 min long drive into the parking lot. I marvelled at the beauty and grandeur of the snow covered Sierras. For five hours I was focused on sound of the carve through the groomed packed snow as I leaned into it, the silence when gliding swiftly through the fresh powder among the trees, or the satisfying pfwop as I practiced landing jumps, and the peace and solitude riding the chairlift.

Unlike the drive up, we were all awake on the drive home. We talked about pee and poop and farting. We talked about society and greed and capitalism and altruism and socialism and sex. We talked about relationships and racism and evolution and aliens and family and why America is a f!@#ed up place.

In the end I'm thinking a few things. I'm glad I don't have to be at home writing a paper on a psalm to see God. I'm glad I've been reminded why the world needs Him. I'm glad I've been reminded why my friends need him. I'm glad He's given me my friends. I'm glad some of them actually want to go see this movie, The Passion of Christ. I'm glad that Mel Gibson made this movie as much as I'm glad I didn't have to fulfill my supposedly evangelical duty to market a movie to my friends. I'm glad that the essence of the psalms, worshipping God in art, has not ceased in this century. I'm glad I've been taught faith. I'm glad I've been given grace. I'm glad I've been shown rest.

Addendum: I checked my email. Boss said thanks. That made me glad too.