Feeling more human as I begin my day off, more patient, more hopeful (I suppose those things aren't so human after all). Taking Friday off would be nice and give me the ultra-rare two consecutive days without work. How was one day of rest ever enough? I think maybe our sabbathless culture has accelerated to a pace at which the rest God intended for each of our days eludes us.
Can I pray today?
Plan to spend some time in Ballard and Fremont for the threefold purpose of getting out into the beautiful day, picking up a special item for Phil's birthday celebration (Señor Misterioso!), and searching for the ever-elusive 10 watt halogen bulb. Simple household tasks escape me: I've gone two years without a table to eat at in my home.