I really want, more than ever, for this Christmas to be low-key. None of this buying what HAS to be bought. Everyone's needs are, basically, being met. Yeah, there are always clothes needs, but they're not running around in their skivvies, so that's not a problem. They look decent when we go to church, and that's my main concern. Don't want to look like we're living out of the missionary barrel.
Anyway, while my mind briefly went by way of getting in a tizzy this morning, I put a hold on the frets and sat down with my tea tray. Pugs asleep in my lap, cup in hand, The Book of Common Prayer in the other hand. Today's reading was so soothing. The first Psalm to read was #86, and it said just what I needed to hear. I'll tell you, that Common Prayer book is pure comfort. A wonderful day to begin my morning, and get my mind settled.
Now I'm running on a bit too much caffeine, but the demands on my day are small. I simply want to get the house under control, wash the huge pile of laundry that's bulging out of the hall closet (where the dirty clothes basket is) and try to hang some greenery and lights around the outside doors. The first wish is do-able, the other things might take some extra time. Oh, and we need to finish up our schoolwork, since we're taking the next two weeks off. We try to keep to the city school's schedule so we stay under the radar.
Today is good. Thankfully Gary sold 3 things online Saturday night. Bang, bang, bang. Such a huge blessing. We're still behind, but everything's okay. The weather is mild---a couple of windows are open, the sun is shining and that's all I need. Take care, all, and remember to take a breath. And try to set aside a minute to read this post at A Bloomsbury Life. Random kindnesses. It'll make you cry, but in a good way.
