I write a blog post. Cleaned a little. Just a little. A need for productivity.
A long walk with the puppies. Sitting on the sun-drenched porch with the puppies and the book. The book of a fellow blogger that I don’t know well. Getting to know her through her words.
My daughter comes in. Nudges me with her words. I don’t bite. She leaves.
A negotiation. My son takes my car. First to the grocery – my part of the deal. Yes, we now have the biggest bag of beef jerky known to man.
I don’t leave the house.
“Is this okay Lord?”
“Do you need me to do anything today?”
A day of rest.
“It is okay” He says.
“Why do I feel I need to do?” I beseech.
“That is the world, not Me.”
The sun sets.
Sleep draws the book from my hands.
Peace settles in.
It was a good day.