I’ve overslept this morning and it’s gorgeous and I want to get outside in it. I picked up our eldest son at the train station late last night. He’d travelled from NYC into Philly and called to tell me his bus was late and he’d missed the train by only six minutes. The next train would get him here at 10:23.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, or what I was thinking but at 10:28, as I was sitting in the local train station, my phone rang and it was my son asking where I was. I told him I was at the train station waiting for him! Apparently, I was at the wrong train station. D-oh! As I raced north on I-95 to get to the big station in Wilmington, I wondered if I'd misread his e-mail and what the hell was wrong with me that I couldn’t remember which station to meet him. Is there already too much information in my head and some of it’s leaking out?
Regardless, all was well. And with Thanksgiving travellers on the road, traffic was backed up, and we didn’t get home until 11:30. And then, of course, it was impossible to just fall asleep after all that.
I think Chelsea Handler is hilarious. And raunchy.
And I think I will just laugh at myself rather than worry.
Later today, it’s my husband’s appointment time in the city so we’ll be travelling. And I’m sure George will be glad to have someone staying home with him while we’re gone.
I hope you have the time to check out the public service announcement below and make a pledge to stop childhood hunger in our country. And if you can, please help spread the word.
I am so thankful for all I have. To all of my readers in the States, I wish you a blessed Thanksgiving.
Amen and Love,
O Lord, that lends me life,
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!