Slow Days

Today will be what I call a “slow day.” Getting ready for the day wore me out and I’m already sitting and resting. I am dreading a long day. With influenza high and energy low, there will be no outings today. I am tired of tv and reading makes me sleepy.

I’m not trying to complain, I’m just taking stock of the situation and brainstorming what to do about it. I’m sure I’ll have a few little energy spurts and be able to get up and do smaller tasks to break up the monotony.

I’m listening to the guinea pigs chattering and my fake fire on the tv crackling. Several children have gone off to work, and the two that remain are still sleeping. A late night with friends means I will likely not see them for awhile yet.

There’s an excellent devotional by Francis Frangipane that I’ve been working my way through. I will see how much I can digest of that before the household completely wakes up. I do enjoy these early morning hours when it’s just me, the cat, and a cup of coffee.

I would love some breakfast, and I imagine one of the girls will be easily persuaded to make pancakes when she gets up. After that, I’ll assign some chores and maybe later play a game or two of cribbage with whomever is interested.

I am very thankful that my family is happy and, for the most part, healthy. And I’m grateful that it is a cold, January day–it would be so much more difficult to sit inside when the sun is shining in April. Today will be a lesson in contentment and blooming where I am planted. I’m learning.

Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. Philippians 4:11