My first day of unemployment was wonderful. (Except for the going to the Dr part) After my blood was taken away, I got started on Christmas shopping, then grocery shopped, then baked 2 loaves of pumpkin spice bread. Again with the baking. Don't know what has gotten into me. I feel a compulsive need to make food all the time. Probably some psychological reason deep in the recesses of my convoluted mind.
And today I saw a leather journal that was so beautiful it brought a tear to my eye. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?!?
Now a stupid book is making me emotional. Something is not right upstairs.
And why is it that there are 100 things I would like for Christmas, but no one ELSE (namely people who I need to buy for) seems to want anything?
I guess it's a true blessing that they're content and without need. :)
Have I mentioned how glad I am to be home for the holidays? Thank you Lord for loving me like that.
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