I've got nothing to do today but smile

It's one of those deliciously lazy days today. I could feel it when I crawled out of bed this morning (headache-free for the first time in weeks! Yay!). I strolled into Rue, and I have to say, I definitely missed New Orleans coffee and chickory while I was in New York (it's just no good if there isn't a lump of mud in it).

This has been a really relaxing week for me so far. Nothing weighing on my mind particularly, nothing really due for class...I've missed a few days classes lately, but none of them have been guilt-free. I didn't sleep well because I was constantly thinking about what I wasn't doing. It's nice not to have one of those little you-should-really-be-doing-this-right-now clouds lingering over my head.

Last night was pretty great too. Went to dinner with a friend, walked around the Quarter a bit, then had some coffee with my dad at Cafe du Monde. I love that feeling of meandering. It's sort of a theme for me...I tend to do a lot of it in a lot of areas of my life. I've just never been one to push through something as fast as I can. I think that may be one of the reasons I love New Orleans so much...at least I love the romanticized idea of New Orleans that I buy into quite a bit. Things are slower here, whether it be for the best or worst. The river doesn't rush and neither do the people. I won't wax too poetic, though...I'll save that for some overly adjective-ized bad poetry I might jot down later.

I finished my 43 things list last night, too. And while I don't like to rush or push through anything, I do like making lists.

I'll close with a quote from my devotional this morning. It's from Madeleine L'engle's Glimpses of Grace:

But we rebel against the impossible. I sense a wish in some professional religion-mongers to make God possible, to make him comprehensible to the naked intellect, domesticate him so that he's easy to believe in. Every century the Church makes a fresh attempt to make Christianity acceptable. But an acceptable Christianity is not Christian; a comprehensible God is no more than an idol. I don't want that kind of God.