Good morning, friends. Pot 'o coffee brewed, crickets humming, and I've been ministered to by a delusional fictional character. All in all, it's been a pretty terrific morning.
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, these scarce little moments. You moms know what I'm talking about. The tots are enjoying themselves at Grandma's house, and you are completely alone. We become like kids and silence is our candy store. Honestly, I wasn't sure where to begin this morning. I greeted God (who, by-the-way, returned my salutation), meditated briefly on some of His generous promises, and then gleefully skipped past the dirty dishes, unclipped coupons, and toys on the floor, straight to the shelves laden with unread bounty. It had been so long since I had indulged myself. Who would I tackle first? Grisham, Leman, Crichton? I closed my eyes and spun around, determined to read whichever book my outstretched finger touched.... Dr. Seuss.... Seriously? How did that get in there? Redo.
This time I struck gold. Miguel de Cervantes. I forgot how funny that guy was. Michael and I used to read through his "Don Quijote" together. We would end up laughing at anything that was written in it, like a couple of happy drunks. (We weren't drunk... just happy.) We should do that again. I'll bring the book on our TBD vacation.
What inspirational thing will you read today? ("Christina, I'm reading your blog, he he he.", doesn't count.)
Thanks for stopping by, you faithful, faithful, Bloggeroonies,
I prayed for you today,
P.S. It's awfully quiet around here. I sure do miss the kids.