The weather was perfect. Waldo and I had a great walk. The Kid called me as I was driving to work, and we had a fine chat; she called me “the best mom ever.” I walked into the store with the sense that I was in charge; I could take it or leave it, and I liked my co-workers very much.
I had an excellent lunch- a beautiful soup made by Dr. T. A friend from my last job sent me a message just to say hello.
I spent the afternoon off the sales floor, doing work in the office with my general manager (the big boss) at my side. We talked. I got everything I needed to do finished, and stayed a little late to handle a customer who was unhappy with somebody else. He and his wife were both satisfied by the time I left. My GM was happy too.
Dr. T fixed a nice dinner, we watched some TV, and laughed at the dog and the cat.
Sometimes the smallest, most ordinary days are the best. I am very grateful to have noticed this one.
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on my planet, this is my best kind of day too. living in the moment. present. seeing clearly without a plate glass window between me and everything. the bad butterflies in my stomach focused on something outside of my peripheral awareness.
the grace of peace is always present, but sometimes we are blind to it. i thank God when I can see.
amen to that.