While Lying on my Bed...

Things I thought about while lying sick in bed today:

Grapes are better cold.

It is difficult to tell if the wailing in the alley is from someone who is very very happy or suffering greatly. Maybe extreme elation and extreme agony are more akin than any but poets would like to acknowledge.

Is it hot in here, or is it just me?

I'm lazy.

I'm sick.

Am I sick? Maybe I'm just lazy. (tries to get up; head flops back on pillow).
I'm sick.

Being sick is a sweet deal. I get to read now!

(reading Christian teen romance called "Love Rules")

(finish book. Satisfied sigh)

Even the best love we experience here on earth is nowhere near as great and satisfying as the love we will know from God face to face.

We can know more of that love while on earth if we lay down our pride, anger, need for control, success, and fear.

Jenny Smith probably thinks I don't want to be her friend anymore cause I never blog before Thursdays.

I think I'll go blog before Thursday so Jenny will know that I love her and am thinking about her.

Is it Thursday in New Jersey yet?