Keeping it real

**Disclaimer - I'm fine, I'll be fine, life goes on, no one is perfect, no where is perfect, we live in a fallen world among fallen people, don't worry about me, pray for me and I'll pray for you**


I woke up today salty. And not the Matthew 5 kind either. But the newest salty, as in irritable and sort tempered.

I thought of the day that lay ahead of me and quite frankly I didn't want to do it. Period.

I had a dull sinus headache. And my left hip was aching from laying on my side too long.

Then Stephen asked me something and I answered. Not very lovingly. And then I announced my current temperament. And he replied, "I know".

You see, we were told at supper the night before that breakfast would be moved 30min earlier so we could "have a rest" from 7:30-8:00am before the morning meeting. Then people wouldn't be late. I bristled at this. Breakfast being served from 7:30-8:00am wasn't the cause of the tardiness. And besides I wanted another 30min in the mornings at home, not a "rest" at work.

And we found out that we were moving into the new offices today. The ones that don't have HEAT yet. Are you kidding? Why the rush? Why not install the heat and THEN move over there. And so I didn't want to do that nor did I want Stephen to have to do that.

But I summoned my "adultness" and went to shower. Drying off afterward I hit my elbow on the thin pointed edge of the soap dish and cut my elbow. It was in a hard to reach area so I had to summon Stephen to help me clean it up and put on a band-aid. This did not help my attitude.

Not a very good design.

After breakfast, I did some laundry (yay for running water) and worked on some lesson plans. Saltiness started fading. Then we were served pig's blood as part of lunch. I kid you not! Here's the description, "Pig blood curd, also known as “blood tofu” or “blood pudding”, is a popular Cantonese delicacy in Hong Kong and southern China. It is commonly served with carbohydrates, such as noodles or congee." Y'all, no. I just couldn't. Nope. Not doing it. At least not knowingly. Steve is another story altogether.

I spent the afternoon alone, curled under a blanket, reading and sipping a cup of coffee. There's no amazing ending to this tale. Just a day endured. Much like other days endured at different times by everyone else.

"The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases:

His mercies never come to an end;

they are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness."

Lamentations 3:22-23