I woke after eight hours of sound sleep.
I'm not feeling good this morning. I "ache all over" and there's a vestry meeting tonight.
I had planned on giong to Denny's in Lake Jackson, sana Ronnie, for breakfast. The manager and the waiter (his yonger brother) seem always glad to see us. They're from Illinois. When we're leaving they always wish us a blessed day&quuot;, so I believe tehy'd be receptive to my requesting prayers for Ronnie and his treatments for cancer. As it is I'm feeling "wrung out" and ready to sleep away the morning on the couch.
I battled "the cruds" al day - sore throat caughing, sneezing, all over aches and pains. I erased al the test messages on my phone which prevents me from giving Dr. Ricky a heads up to reschedule tomorrow's physical therapy session.
For those so inclined, The Daily Office Evening Prayer
Bedtime.
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