rough

So, today started very rough. Not at first. I slept in to a luxurious 7:00. It felt soooo nice. Then Mr. had to run off to his Bible school class. I had the morning to myself, basically, so I decided to get my yoga done.

I pulled on my exercise pants and wouldn't you know it. I immediately felt ants biting. Dang it what were they doing in my pants??? Shaking, jumping, trying to pick them out. I finally decided to go through with the workout, regardless. But few things are worse than having ants in your pants.

Except, of course, unless it's having ants all over the yoga mat you're lying on. The lying down exercises came about half way through the workout. I felt more bites on my back and then my stomach as they started crawling all over. I was angry then, and, just to show those stupid ants, I kept going with the routine. Right. Stupid. I might have killed a few ants along the way, but I think I got the worse end of the deal, with over 30 itchy, red welts.

GRRRR. I went into the bathroom to shower off, hoping to cool the fiery spots. Forgetting something I spun around to go get it and stubbed my little toe squarely on the bathroom door. I hollered out loud, to no one at all,

"THIS MORNING SUCKS!"

It did get better—slowly. The shower helped a little, but not much. Then I remembered some talcum powder we have that has some menthol in it. I caked myself with that stuff, all over. Ahhhh. Sigh of relief.

Tried to focus and calm myself with some devotions and prayer. Then off to some meetings. I had two ladies to chat with. I read something in a book about spiritual disciplines that made me stop and think. It said:

"We do not have to have the correct answers to listen well. In fact, often the correct answers are a hindrance to listening, for we become more anxious to give the answer than to hear."

It's really true. I tried to apply that today as I met with people. I hope I did OK, although I did some advice giving today, which I usually try to avoid. I don't know if it was good or not.

I walked from one appointment to another. I had plenty of time and looked for photos on the way. It was a beautiful walk. I had been down that road many times on a motor bike or tuk-tuk, but had never walked down it before. It is amazing how differently you see things when you slow down and really look. I used to think this city was nothing but ugly. (sometimes I still do) But today I was filled up and saturated with beauty, awaiting me around literally every corner and down every alley.

When I got home Mr. said the kitty had been full of frisk and naughtiness today. He was right. We had to take off to Hebrew class, and then supper, but when we got home she really wanted to play. All I had to do was start toward her direction and she'd take off running, tail straight in the air. She zoomed around the house a while; I chased and pounced and threw her toys. I hope I wore her out. Not too long she'll be one year old. But she's pretty much still a kitten.

I'm tired; it's time for bed. And my toe still hurts, by the way.