It seems I always have an early shift and I’m always grumbling. How did that evolve, I wonder?
I was contemplating that while I was making the bed and treating my lungs to the steroid. How did I get so far from where I thought I was going?
Food for thought. Maybe a journal entry will help me solve that riddle.
Tom also has an early shift today. He will rumble out the door in the next five minutes.
I need to make a pasta salad for a church dinner tonight.
Probably a few obstacles in the way from time to time.
Life, predominantly.