I’m a week behind.
Everything I had planned to do last Monday is still waiting to be done:
- Contact nursing homes about caroling times for the 17th
- Write all bulletins for Advent and Christmas
- Write worship drama for the 17th
Now this really can’t be helped. I was very sick last week, and I know that. Today I decided, since the morning was crowded with other matters, to pick up my favorite encouraging lunch at my favorite bagel store, then work at home this afternoon.
The Lunch of Inspiration is chicken salad on a toasted sesame bagel, potato salad and a Pepsi. This meal saw me through seminary, and I have employed it whenever there was important writing to do for Small Church.
I got home at 1 and made the mistake of doing a little work on the bulletins before eating. Then the phone rang. Finally, when it was almost 2, I began putting my lunch on the plate. Then Pure Luck came in and I went into his office for two minutes to talk to him.
And then I heard the terrible sound of a naughty Molly pulling a bagel sandwich off the plate and into her doggie mouth.
(I was not happy.)
I ended up eating leftover nachos from last night. Have you ever eaten corn chips you’ve microwaved? Lame is the only word to describe them. The.only.word.
When they ask me why I didn’t finish all my goals for today, I will have to tell them, "The dog ate my homework."