Wake up at 7:17. Check.
Sit on the swing in my yard, with the Lord and Maxwell House. Check. Check. Everything is going as planned.
"Why is there so much bad coffee in this world" I ask myself, when a bird swoops into my life and poops on my arm. That'll teach me.
Go to drawing class. Check. Cover my whole face in charcoal residue. Get laughed at by prof and peers alike.
Go with some 8-year olds on a bike trip to the park for a picnic under a willow tree. Write in our journals, read some books, take some naps. Think about branches and feathers and being hidden in the shadow of the Lord Almighty (Psalm 91:4).
Make some chicken curry salad for dinner.
This has been my day. Its so typical. How about yours?
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