In meetings all. day. long.
I can smell the smoke coming from the piles of “OMG get it done RIGHT, NOW” smouldering on my desk.
I can feel that knot forming right at the base of my skull.
2:30 comes and my meeting is over.
I sigh a small sigh of relief because I have 30 minutes to do a couple of very small tasks before I have to leave.
The phone rings.
A reporter comes over to get confirmation on rumors.
The daycare calls and says Princess Crybaby is running a 101.7 degree fever.
I was hoping to go to the bank and store.
Coach is in College Station tonight with soccer.
Munchkin and I have to be at the theatre at 6:30.
I heard a young pastor a few years ago say, “if you aren’t in the storm, keep your umbrella handy because it’s coming.”
preach on brother.