Well, I would have whistled if I could. But I can’t. So one of you may need to volunteer to whistle for me.
[And yes, if you’re familiar with the song, I’m taking the title completely out of context, but I just decided to roll with it…]
As is probably (at least somewhat) obvious from last week’s thoughts on surrender, the last couple of weeks have been a little rough.
From an “eternal/kingdom perspective” (if you don’t know what I mean by this, do feel free to ask…) the never-ending thoughts swirling around in my mind [regarding decisions that don’t yet need to be made and plans of action that will almost assuredly never be implemented] are probably trivial and insignifcant, but they have never-the-less weighed heavily on me.
Yesterday (Wednesday) was a good day. A happy day!
I’m a little under the weather, which necessitated missing my weekly church choir rehearsal for the first time in months, but when I came home from work I was greeted by this…
A package. At my door. With TONER FOR MY PRINTER.
Oh Happy Day!! I can print from home again!!
While I didn’t whistle, I might have done a happy dance right there in my hallway…ummm, once I had closed the door, of course.
And in other news: while taking the above photo, I “let” a mosquito in the house. In February…