Morning Daves, Tony, Dean, and RoughNightRaz.
After a hearty breakfast and a few hours of sleep, I'm back.
welcome back.
Just been a rough 24 hours all the way round. I've only been up for an hour and I'm ready for a nap.
one day at a time.
You know what's funny about that phrase? People think of it as an enforced simplification of life that a recovering drunk must endure. Fact is that's ass-backward. The drunk has raced ahead of the crowd and run into the wall of truth that everyone is inevitably headed for. One day at a time or the days get away from you. One day at a time or you die of a coronary before you're due. One day at a time or your kids wonder who this stranger is that they call "dad." One day at a time or your wife wonders whatever happened to that guy she married. But we keep racing ahead, trying to see around the next bend, anticipate what the stock market is going to do, plotting how to make the next college tuition payment. Hell, I'm doing it as I write this. Thinking about 5th of May when I have to pay for the first round of deer tags for the hunting trip in November, and the next round happens in June, and then I have to budget for the trip. It's Friday and I'm feeling the pressure of Saturday and a week from Saturday. It's end of March and I'm feeling the pressure of November. It's three days into Spring and my head is in the Fall. No wonder my years are going by faster and faster.
Jesus said it, but we just keep ignoring it - "The day has sufficient troubles of its own."
There's your sermon for the day, everybody.