I haven’t been here in the daylight in a long time. Lonnnnnnnnggggggg. Too long. And I’m doing something horrible too: I am actually eating a beef stick. Not true. I’m eating three of them. Daylight makes me as hungry as the night.
But that’s all the saturated fat I’m likely to have all week, month, rest of 2018. And my little music box is redeeming it all into the festive glory of this season. I could shout in gratitude right now, but my mouth is too full of something kinda like beef shaped into a stick.
Joy, peace, wonder, and hope to you this day . . .