I could only get a Sunday delivery for my groceries. Waaah waaah waaah, first world problems.
My groceries are not coming until 8-10 pm.
And after that, there’s the cleaning and the putting away and the repackaging and the self-scrub.
It’s going to be awfully late before I see bed, especially with a first-thing-Monday meeting I just picked up (sigh).
But it’s groceries. It’s work. These are both blessings, in the grand scheme.
Ok, more like: #BelatedlyThankful