I'm working from home while the one with a high fever takes a rare daytime nap on the couch. When my husband went off to his meeting this morning, I grumpily rearranged my schedule, called in favors and complained about drawing the short straw. Since then I've cuddled in front of the television, made and eaten the chicken noodle soup that didn't appeal to my patient, cleaned a toilet, canceled piano lessons and swept up the tumbleweed of dog hair I spotted from our perch on the couch. I've briefly considered rearranging the furniture to make way for a Christmas tree and read through the scripture lessons for Sunday hoping to get a head start on a sermon. Because unloading the dishwasher would be too noisy, I am pondering the quirky John the Baptist while my sick child snoozes on.
Guess it wasn't the short straw - this unexpected time of waiting and preparation. In the whirlwind that engulfs the holidays, I hope you too will surprised by moments of peace.
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