Every morning is a new day. I wake up determined to see the good in the day. I pray God gives me his thoughts for guidance and not my own.
This morning, I went outside into the crisp , cold air. I could see my breath. I see the peeping of the sun rising between the trees. I smoke my cigarette , hoping for the best, and expectations of zero.
It was still quiet as I prepared my breakfast . Two eggs, an English muffin with a hint of jelly. A few cherry tomatoes and coffee. I listened to the morning news. I don’t know why I watch it. It is nothing but bad stuff and the sports.
The middle child woke up. He had slept downstairs . I heard paper rattling, so I peeked out my door, wondering if maybe Santa was taking stock of the kids rooms.
The grandson said, “look at this.” I looked and his doorway was completely covered with Christmas wrapping paper. Right in the middle of the paper was, Buddy the Elf. It looked like he had been trying to get in the room and got stuck. His head was inside the paper and his bottom was sticking out on our side. We both laughed as he tore at the paper giving him clearance to enter his room.
I have finished esting, cleaned up my preparation work and am now ready to watch the rest of the news and wait to see what happens throughout this day.