I like it when a day starts shit and ends well.
This morning I woke up worried that I'd slept in. I turned on my bedside light to check the time. It was ten past seven so I put the clock on snooze and dozed off. Ten minutes later the alarm went off and I reached over to hit the snooze button again. Instead I put my left hand pointer finger into the shade of the bedside lamp and pressed hard. It was only when I felt the intense burning sensation that I realised what I'd done. Urrgh! Nasty burnt finger pad. I detest the pain of burnt digits. But what else could I do but be stoical and ignore the bloody thing?
Got up, made porridge, reassured Bonnie that even though it was Friday, I would not take her to work. She acknowledged this with a grateful sigh.
Went to work. Had a decent enough day during which I realised that, although I've had a good few decent bosses in my time and a few more who were complete arseholes, that my current boss is one of the best ever.
Came home. Bert made me coffee without me having to request it and it was the most delicious cup of coffee I've drank all week. He was having troop of renegades around to play poker so cleaned venue of sin so that renegades would feel appreciated and cared for.
Talked at length to Pearlie's favourite niece as to why she really should embrace Lord and get saved although advised to shop around churches for tolerant attitude to social drinking. (Social drinking: Any drinking that is not full-blown alcohol dependency)
Which brings me to best part of day - later on, when renegades were playing poker and favorite cousin was gone, I spent an hour with Pearlie rubbing coconut butter into our hands and her face and chatting about God and life and stuff and admitting to her that, recently I've been a complete shit who hasn't spent near enough time just hanging out and treating her like a human being.
And consequently I feel more like a human being. For which I am thankful.