There is something about the sound of the dog vomiting that wakes me out of deep sleep. Some people may hear that sound and, snuggled all toasty in their bed, would just turn over and deal with it later. Not me.
So that is how my day begins today. And the cleaning up happens right away. An hour later, I find the second pile. In a completely different room than the first. And I wonder, did I sleep right through the sound of the first episode? I must be getting old.
And for this I give thanks? Well, I am practicing giving thanks in all situations. So what kind of thanks can you offer for dog you-know-what. The only thing that comes to me is that at least I am up early enough to study my lesson for teaching K4 Sunday School.
And it is the first day of a new month, which I always love. I get to turn over to a new page on the calendar. I love that. It’s nice to be awake early to enjoy this calendar glow for a few more minutes.
It is also the first day of the last month of the year. Something wistful about that. December always screams past me in a terrific rush. This year I want to try to linger a bit longer in each day.
Try to stay present in each day a bit longer. As the days get darker earlier, I want to escape to my bed earlier and earlier.
Also, I am thankful that there were only two piles of you know what.
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