Yep. I'm sick. I have antibiotics to prove it. I felt like an idiot at the doctors-- I would have sworn I had strep throat. Good thing, I don't have money to place high stake bets. I've been feeling cruddy since Tuesday of last week. I left a half day to see a doctor today. I'm more relieved to find out what it is. As I drove to Charlotte, my strep throat was mutating into cancer. So, good to have professionals negate my imagination. I've deemed tomorrow a sick day too. Then, it's back to the proverbial grind.
Looking for work. Trying to be smart and methodical. Such things come hard for me. I found the article in The Atlantic both depressing and cathartic. But, I'm finding hope and encouragement in the Gospel of John, GK Chesterton's Orthodoxy and Books and Culture. God is at work... in the world, including my life. And, let's face it, there's lots of room for improvement. God, the sky's the limit.
Going home to sleep and heal.
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