Yeah, even the cat is looking skeptical at this point.
Some days you get out of bed and tackle the day.
And some days, you trip over your own feet and smack into the door before you can even open it.
Ice pack, please.
Some days, you look in the mirror and think, that'll do.
And some days, you look in the mirror and think, oy, I'm overdue for a haircut.
Some days, the flu shot is over and done.
And some days, you wonder why your arm aches and then you remember...oh, yeah. Flu shot.
Some days you whip up a fantastic meal that the family loves.
And some days you forget about the pot on the stove with the costly beef roast and the hard-to-come-by noodles...and find yourself wondering who's burning stuff outside...guess the stove wasn't turned down as low as I thought...
Maybe two -thirds of the pot was salvageable. With a slightly smokey flavor. Of course, it's for my Sweet Baboo's birthday dinner. Need to plan some hearty sides, I think.
Gonna take me a minute to get the pan clean, though.
And then...some days you scroll down face book and see lots of fun things.
And some days, friends post links to pages that each request prayer for a different youngster in end stage cancer.
Kinda puts things in perspective.
Lord, I thank you that I had a door to run into. That I have the opportunity to get that immunization that will hopefully ward off nastiness. That I have a Sweet Babboo to cook dinner for, and kids who will come and sit at the table with us. That I have pans to cook in and hot water to clean them. That I have friends who care about folks. That I have a real bed to sleep in tonight. Let me never forget to thank you for all my blessings. And be the Comforter and the Healer to those who are desperately in need of both tonight. Amen.
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