There’s just something about them that seems to make my stomach cringe and makes me recoil at the thought of having to have something completed by a certain timeframe.
It reminds me of school.
Yet here comes again another Thursday - well into the PM hours - and I’m writing my post via the light of my laptop screen at the kitchen counter, when I think I’d much rather be crawling between warm covers and nestling down for the night.
But I instead choose to spend it with you—and a playlist full of Elton John tunes.
It snowed two days ago.
The night before I deleted all of my friends on Facebook.
It was like a new beginning. The world – and my profile – was arrayed before me in a wonderful landscape of shining white. I looked through my dirty windows into the outdoors and saw the gloriousness of the world, and knew it would probably be the last time I’d see snow up close and personal for the year until this next winter.
It was a welcome visitor.
I put a pan of rolls into the oven and let the scent of them baking permeate the house like the strains of a fine orchestra. It wasn’t long before they were quickly devoured with deep wells of butter melting like rolling sunshine over desert sand.
Pure, unadulterated deliciousness.
I thought of writing a blog post for Four Perspectives, but there was a certain program on television that just couldn’t wait to be viewed. Surely blog posts could wait.
And so it did.
Which brings me to now…
And to here.
To you and to I.
Thanks for spending the evening with me.
Me, and my deadline.