Getting It In...

it's Sunday morning, but unlike Sly, i didn't forget my prayer.  i did, however, not log yesterday.  no reason why, just lazy.  time to fess up, but that's not an all the time condition either.  i don't know.  i thought about it, got pictures for the process, and i got a little maudlin, i suppose, thinking about the absence of people in my life.  i was truly hoping Lonnie would have made it by yesterday, and while it's okay that he didn't, it became an expectation that didn't pan out.  those can't be helped sometimes.  i love the saying, 'no expectations equals no disappointments', but if you're human just try it for a month.  try no expectations for 30 days and i guarantee you will fail.  because to be human is to need to count on other humans to some degree or other.  and that means someone along the way is going to fail you.  even in a month.  hell, even in a week.

but it's not the end of the world.  i'm okay.  yesterday was okay.  a day of rest, and there's nothing wrong with that.  my body is tired.  i think it's the weather.  i'm fighting a sick from the inside, and i keep moving, but it's not easy.  but i got the day done.  i prayed and read and medicated.  i ate and i cleaned my house and i washed my clothes.  i watched some television, i read and i napped.  i went to pick up TF from work and took her home.  got gas money out of the deal, which ain't bad.  making arrangements to go to Columbus next weekend.  so, it's not like it wasn't a day of things to do.  but it was a day of feeling alone, feeling lonely even.  thought about those things for a bit, wrote on it in FB; alone is a weight; lonely is a burden.  but both make your legs stronger. 

today is Sunday.  Cafe Bustelo smells wonderful when it brews.  nice thing about coffee, you can kind of tell.  how does it smell when you break the seal, how does it smell when it's brewing?  those two things can usually tell you if you've got a good coffee on your hands.  so i'm going to get this day started.  and i'll get it logged in a more timely fashion later today.

thank you, Father, for the day i had, and the day ahead. 

The Dining Room