Last night on my way home from work, I stopped at my new church for one hour of silent prayer - like I used to do from 5 to 6 a.m. on Thursdays at my old church. Well, being there from 5 to 6 a.m. was pretty special, but I have to tell you that praying while you are not fighting to keep your eyelids from slamming shut is a lot nicer. But I have failed to mention it here because somehow Monday evening - on your way home from work - is something I seldom think about early in the morning when I am posting here.
I am now going to go out and run. Even though it will likely make me late for work. I need it, if only to wake me up this morning.
8 comments:
Can you elaborate on how one turns into a proverbial barrel of pickles?
SWEET one night, PICKLES the next, it sounds like SWEET PICKLES to me...but I've been wrong before--even within the past HOUR -grin-
I prefer Dill, myself--Kosher, if avail.
Keep smiling, MC, EVERYBODY loves you! Well. except what's-his-name in Australia..yeah, Mickey! And even he probably does--secretly.
Steve E.
Run, Mary Christine, run.
meaning the conversation turned weird?
Maybe if you pray while you run, you could save time. OH OH OH better yet...talk to Mr. Sweet Cheecks while you're running with one of those blue tooth things...then you could get to bed on time. Just happy to help..little red radish runner.
Are they nickel pickles.
MC, sweet and sour sometimes go well together. Hope that your day has been good.
Sour eh?
Once a pickle - can't go back to bein' a cucumber...
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