Why is it that life seems to ebb and flow with craziness? I’ll have one week were I seem to find extra time on my hands to read a book. Then the very next week I have to constantly check my calendar and to-do list to make sure I haven’t forgotten something because every minute is packed. I’m not complaining. I love my life 98% of the time, and that other 2% isn’t that big of a deal. It’s just odd to me the way things work out sometimes. I’ve got a new hobby starting up in two weeks. I hope I’m ready for it.