It will become fresh; and everything will live where the river goes.

One of the signs I like the work I'm called to is that I don't dread Mondays any more. I actually look forward to getting stuck into work again. I've had a couple of recruiters contact me over the last couple of days, but I'm quite happy where I am.
Today at work we went over the list of proposals people have made for projects for the next year, and figured out whether to do them and how much time it would take. I was quite pleased that two of my proposals made the cut, though they won't get worked on until the autumn.
I have given my laptop to IT to try to fix. I don't know how long this will last. I hope everything gets to be happy and fixed again soon so I can work more on GNOME.
It's rather a sad admission, but I've never actually read the major prophets. (Of course I've read chapters here and there, but never all the way through.) I'd forgotten this, so it was an unexpected surprise when today's lesson was a passage I'd never heard before. It was Ezekiel 47, about the amazing river of God flowing out of the temple that makes stagnant water fresh, and brings healing and food to people. I read it again later in English and Welsh.
The sermon was rather unexpectedly a bit political. The preacher said that it was his habit to bring lists of the Americans who had died in Iraq over the previous week in on Monday, so that he could pray for their families and their souls; he told us a bit about one of them from Philly and how the government website said he had died in "non-combat operations", and how usually when it said that it also said that the event was under investigation, but it didn't even say that here. He stopped a moment before saying "so not only did he die in a stupid pointless war, but he didn't even die fighting, and they aren't bothering to investigate", but it was pretty heavily implied.
When I got home, it was pizza Monday (if you buy two pizzas, they're very cheap, and Sharon and SaraMae buy the other one). Also, we tried to fix the mower, but it wouldn't start, so we couldn't mow the lawn.