How about too tired? The day was full, demanding my attention and when I was completing a task, I was reading Stephen James’ “Placebo” and loving it. Then at 8:30 with my Nook in my hand, I fell asleep in the living room chair. Today was one of those days that served as a reminder to not allow the urgent to crowd out what’s truly important.
The good news is, while I may not have put fingers to keyboard to let y’all in on my thoughts, I was a really thankful camper. I had to get my 89yr old little lady up and to the doctor’s office by 9:40. On the surface, this appeared to be an impossibility, especially since she’s been sleeping soundly until ten or eleven each day. But I am thankful that she woke up and cooperated and we got the doctor’s office and were only ten minutes late. Then within an hour, we were home and she was sipping on tea. As if that wasn’t enough to be thankful for, she superceeded ever expectation I could ever have by staying sweet spirited throughout the trip and during the rest of my shift.
Thankful. Yep. That’s me.
Pot of Manna 