I'm not, I'm not a blogger. I don't see the purpose in blogging, I think it's sort of a vanity. I only blogged for my family, only in Taiwan. But at the same time I found it relaxing, no one may ever read it but me, some one could so I have to remember that and check my spelling. I'm not sure how that changes it.

My week-end, in America, will be over in 2 minutes, it's 11:58pm, Sunday night. It might sound like I'm going somewhere, leaving America, but I'm not, I'm leaving the week-end. Entering the week. Weeks are usually full of things, like jobs, school, in my case looking for a job. But week-ends are full of things too, meetings, ministry, association, getting together with friends and family. We get together and we talk about our lives, full of weeks and week-ends. We talk about weeks during the week-ends and our week-ends during the weeks. Or maybe not, maybe we talk about the past or the future, ignoring distinctions of week days and week ends.

Maybe we talk about the friends and the family that we're with on those week ends and during those weeks, maybe it's nice, maybe not.

Maybe we don't talk about any of those things, maybe we talk about things we don't know and people we're not sure if we've met yet. Maybe we talk about our futures. Maybe we don't, maybe we never talk about the future. Maybe we don't dare.

But whether we do or not, whatever we do talk about, they keep coming, the weeks. I don't know about anybody else, but I'm not sure if I know of any other way to measure time in my mind. I can't tell if a month has passed, a couple months and a year can be about the same once they're gone.

A week is about when I think I'll have free time, when I think I'll have things together. In a week I should be done with things. If I'm sick, call me in a week, I'll be better. I'm busy this week, can we try next week? A week is all I need, maybe we can do that in a week. That's when I see people too, each week. It takes a week for anything. So I guess I better go to bed, it's a new week in the morning.