Sitting: at my desk, waiting for coffee.
Thinking: Hurry up, coffee.
Sensing: the heavy bags under my eyes.
Wondering: if I can wait until after noon to nap.
Debating: which pet ought to be strangled first; the cat who decided to have a full blown fight out on the deck at 2:30, waking the entire house, or the Beagle who thought it was time to get up and whined for the next four hours.
Wishing: the other cat had slept past 5:30 so that I could get more sleep.
Asking myself: why I have pets.
Deciding: that it's ironic that I've been pondering God's goodness in all things as I grumbled about being kept awake.
Telling anyone who wants to know: don't wake up 47 year old women at 2:30 a.m.; they may or may not get back to sleep.
Glad: that Canadian Thanksgiving is this weekend, but even more glad that I don't have to do my shopping for a couple of more days. It's going to be a long day today.
Perplexed: about many things, mostly people, and how I don't understand them even thought I am one of them.
Hoping: that somday the fifteen year old girl in me will learn to just get over things.
Counting on: this coffee to get me started this morning so I can prepare my lesson for Sunday, "How to Study a Psalm."
Thanking God: for coffee, and for having a comfy house, comfy bed, and loving husband in the midst of being kept awake by unruly pets.
Looking forward: to reading Carl Trueman's newest book about creeds and confessions.
Tasting: my freshly brewed coffee and deciding that the beans were not ground finely enough, and that this cup of coffe is weak. This may be a two pot day today.