It's one of those weeks. I transfer my pile of clean laundry from the floor to the bed instead of folding it neatly. I forget about my 10 page paper en español and play fútbol. I blog instead of going to the library to study. I miss drama production try-outs, then regret it and e-mail the director. When I see her, I turn around and walk the other way, hoping she won't see me. I wake up at 7:59 and rush to my eight o'clock class, arriving just before my presentation. Didn't I set the alarm for 5:30? I delay work and go to Midweek Meditation. Instead of paying close attention to the sermon, I stressfully make a schedule for the next three days. Will I have enough worship credits? Those times I did music and forgot to write my name down...

Next week will be better I tell myself. I'll be on my way to Perú, with no cares in the world. Or will I be memorizing lines for the upcoming play? Or writing a paper due on Wednesday, e-mailing it from 5,000 miles away?

Next quarter will be simpler. I'll quit my job. There! That's fifteen extra hours. Then I remember tutoring: five hours. Church organ playing: at least four. Oh, and then the play: Much Ado About Nothing, 286 lines to memorize. Practices every week?

I hate and love being busy at the same time. When I have more time, I fill it with something else.

It's one of those weeks. The weeks that make you appreciate peaceful times, peaceful places. Metallak Island. Hawaii. The farm. Reading newspapers in a London flat. Hiking around the Cinque Terra. Picking blueberries. Sailing.