Balls of Yarn

So I get this phone call this morning. I really stressed yesterday over how I needed to put my resignation in, needed to set a date, blah blah blah. I chose the 27th as my last day. That way I could work Christmas and fulfill that duty. Spouse had suggested I make that my last day but I didn't feel good about that. The 27th would be better. I sent it in. This morning the new boss from the children's hospital calls, she's going to post the position for me, I need to reapply for it later today and it will stay up for about 3 days, then they will hire me.

So if I have this straight, I quit my job yesterday, today I can apply for the new one, for three days I'll see it posted, then I should be hired.

Methinks God is toying with me.

I have a friend that calls his students, little balls of yarn (he thinks he's a cat). I'm beginning to feel like a ball of yarn.

However..... I've been griping about reading Isaiah, it's not a warm and fuzzy book. This morning, as usual, I'm waking up when I should be sleeping. At 4:30 I proclaimed I might as well get up, came in and started on, grrrr Isaiah and read Chap 43. Being obsessive about this new Bible hardly anything is underlined or written, dang (the BMC PC editor isn't sure about this word but thinks that it might be okay unless you are extremely strict) if almost the whole chapter isn't at this time. It even has writing in it now. I was rather impressed with all of the "I am" "I have" and "I will" verses there are. And if I am correct, those would include me. Anyway, it was a rather delightful time and, well, then I went back to bed and slept.