Monday Night

I woke at 4 am, ill and feeling prompted to pray. But also with that panicky worry that comes from knowing that waking at 4 and letting my mind engage to pray will mean that the day will be long, and I'll be quite tired.

By the time I rolled out of bed, about 3 hours later, I'd done a little bit of sleeping, a bit of praying, and a bit of worrying. I'd like the mix of those three to decrease.

I was feeling quite ill, and the feeling became worse as I drove in to the office. When I arrived at the office, I wasn't certain I'd last even an hour, never mind a whole day.

I stayed the day.

A quick walk in the falling snow at lunch to a nearby grocery store to buy bread. There was no way my crabby stomach was going to tolerate the leftover Chinese food I'd planned to eat. Time out in the light, and a little bit more praying before returning to the office.

This was a day I'd dreaded, uncertain for a number of good reasons. It went far more smoothly than expected. And I received some news that I suppose I shouldn't really celebrate (and I'm not really, since it involves a slight misfortune to another) but it will make my life a bit easier this week.

Today is the birthday of a very dear friend, and I am wishing I lived closer to her, so that I could give her a birthday hug. I'll try phoning her in a few minutes, and at the very least leave a voicemail.

I'm headed out for coffee with T. tonight. I've missed my brother. It's been a while since we've spent time together. He may or may not be bringing his girlfriend, but either way it'll be loads of fun (I love her too.).

Monday night. Coffee. Then home to do a bit more reading and writing. I need to tackle another chapter in my book by the sixteenth century nun. And I need to finish up a bit of writing I started on the weekend.

All in all, for a Monday, it was pretty good.

I'm hoping we don't get quite as much snow as they're predicting overnight. I'd like to not have to contend with that in the morning.