Carry on

I love what I do.  It is loads of fun.  Even in the midst of difficulties and pain and sorrow and confusion, there is often laughter in the midst.  Dare I say it?  It is fun.  It is joyful.  In this spot under the altar and next to the nursery school I am having fun.  Fun seems a frivolous word.  Still...fun involves play and laughter and occasional pure silliness.

I am having

Way too much fun.

Perhaps this means

I was not having

Enough fun before.

I do not know

If there is some sort

Of fun quota

Allowed

Permitted

Perhaps required?

Is there a measure

For fun?

How will I know

When enough is enough?

I suspect

I won*t ever have to worry

About the measure.

Carry on,

Catharine,

Carry on.

Then

Carry on some more.