So I’m recovering, still (sinuses are in a battle for their lives as we speak). I get out of the shower last night, super exhausted.

I think to myself, “You know what you need? You need a really good night’s sleep.”

Now, this wouldn’t be a This Is How My Mind Works post if that’s just how it went. The self-conversation actually went like this:

To myself:  “You know what you need?”

My inner Samantha Baker, to me:  “You need 4 inches of bod and a great birthday.”

Me, to me, as well as Samantha:  “No. You need a really good night’s sleep.”

… Although, a birthday would be nice. Mmm. Cake….


Note: If you don’t know that I often speak in movie quotes and/or song lyrics, and/or you’re not familiar with Sixteen Candles, thanks for reading this post that doesn’t make a lick of sense to you anyway.

 

Cup o’ Christ

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Starbucks holiday cups have arrived! And I’m sure there are people complaining that they’re not Christmas-y enough.

I’ve meditated about this, and I thought I heard a thought, from whence I know not:

And Jesus said, “Let My people have their festive cups, and may they runeth over. And, if they make one in My image, to celebrate My birthday, let the image be a hologram in which My beard appears / disappears with the heat of the blessed coffee.”

Sunday

Sundays are for silence. Sundays are for quiet. Sundays are the Christmas Eve of weekdays: all is calm, all is bright. Sundays are the library of the week: shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

To all of the people making noise today, go Sunday yourself.

 

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