A few tics came off my stress sensor today. That is, I am a wee bit less tense. I got the foundation post cards mailed through the mailer, using our nonprofit postal permission. I also am done with the second council report, for the Sept 2 meeting, and the packet is out for the workshop next Tuesday. I wish I were not the one slated to run that little workshop but there doesn't seem to be a good alternative. After all these years I still do not crave that kind of limelight.

Yiena called to ask if I could come to the dance class next Monday, because there will be two, not one but two, loose males on the floor, and she hoped I might be able to pair up with the one I danced with last night. I have a potluck to attend for the chorale Monday night, though, so I can't do it. I would otherwise, feeling somewhat even flattered by the suggestion.

The series of looming stresses includes: the workshop; the 2nd council meeting; finishing of the newsletter. It seems like I'll feel better when these things are done.