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So tied up in the last minute hoopla, I thought for a moment that I’d missed it. 😳

But I didn’t. 

This is for my good friend: fellow survivor of work insanity, man of faith and music, tennis enthusiast, blogger, poet, collector of mostly-unread books, sometime hiker,  frequent dreamer of oft-nostalgic dreams, and possibly future owner of a general store. 🙂

Best as always to you and yours, and very happy birthday wishes today! 🎂


Early Thursday 

I am awake every few hours, the last two times from dreams and then, finally, from the lightness of sleep that comes when one is afraid of missing the alarm. 

(I shouldn’t worry, I have 2 phones both set to wake me, but that one day that Apple pushed an update to me overnight that locked me out of my phone until I (found and) entered my AppleID haunts me.)

But that last time this morning I could have fit in another sleep cycle if I was capable of math so early. So I make an effort to imprint the cutoff time into my memory en route to the office, for future reference. 

Still, it’s quiet time in the morning and I tell myself that rest is almost – almost – as good as sleep. 

On my way out the door, the half moon peeks out of clouds to greet me, so bright and lovely that I regret not getting a picture. But then, my hands are full, and spilling my coffee on myself or falling down my front steps both seem like likely outcomes and neither of them are appealing options. 

So I savor that moon as I drive 695 – that it should be so lovely, evidence that You are lovely… that we should perceive it as beautiful, evidence that we are made for and by You, to see and to long for Your beauty. 

Then the northward turn onto 95, and the moon out of sight, the sky a Rorschach’s test. By the time I reach Belcamp, the clouds are stretching out, overtaking the sky. At the DE border, only the occasional break in the clouds hints that there is a morning happening somewhere above the gloom. 

Rain drizzles as I pull in at the office. 

So begins the work day. 



So. Tired. 

Fitbit says I’m getting my hours of sleep in, but it doesn’t change anything. I’m tired. Thoroughly exhausted. Caffeine barely penetrates the mental fog. I drag myself through my workout — energy begets energy, Miss Barri would say — but it’s a drag. 

It’s the turn of the weather. It’s the pollen. It’s this headache. It’s like…

It’s like I’m sad. 

Whatever it is, still God is good. There’s work to be done. Trips to make. Friends to see. So much that’s a blessing. 

This too will pass. It’s just that I’m so tired

#FitbitAdventures for today, trying to bring some enthusiasm to my workout

Choosing thankfulness

When the clock says I could sleep 2 more hours and my body is having none of it – having, say, awakened at 3am and refusing to go back to sleep – my first thought is along the lines of, “ugh, what could be worse?”

A lot, actually.  Here’s some (10) ways I could be thankful in the midst of that circumstance … aka /ways in which I am undeservedly blessed/:

  1. I woke up at all
  2. I woke up in a bed, in a place that is safe and has heat
  3. I woke up because I woke up, not because I was in pain
  4. The only reason the alarm matters at all is because I have a job
  5. I’m waking up thinking about that job, not (been there, hate that) about how I’ll find one or having to interview this morning 
  6. I woke up 2 hours early, not 2 hours late
  7. That extra time was quiet and peaceful and worshipful
  8. That extra time meant I wasn’t racing to set up coffee (which I’d forgotten last night)
  9. I was out the door a few minutes early, and therefore just in drizzle and not full-on thunderstorms en route
  10. God is good, all the time. Even when I’m exhausted and would rather be sleeping. 

Commuter skies

In the darkness of 5:36 am, from 2  lanes away, I pass a bobtail as it exits to 1 South onto Bel Air Road. In the headlights of the intervening lanes, I see the familiar red stripe, and check for the familiar logo…. 

Yes, indeed. That driver making his morning deliveries doesn’t know he (or she) carries not only propane but also memories of times past and friends far away; a good omen, I decide, for this bleary and exhausted morning. 

And then I am at 95 and the northbound portion of my day. 

By the time I reach Belcamp, the sky is already parsing subtly from black into fathomless shades of a starless deep blue. 

As I cross the Susquehanna, and get a brief glimpse of horizon, I can see the promise of the light to come. 

As I reach Elkton, ahead of the crossover to Delaware, the sky is forming stripes of pink and purple that will grow to consume the sky as I pull into the office, with the sunrise. 

A bright and blessed morning to you!

Morning, Near Elkton MD