Yesterday I once again picked up a cup of lukewarm coffee (well, actually, Choffy in this case--more on that in a future post), and I realized something.
I hardly ever drink a full cup of coffee, or Choffy, or tea, at home, while it's hot. I forget about it. Later I put it in the microwave to heat it up. I forget it's in the microwave. After an hour or so, I heat it up again. I sip it while I make dinner, and then I once again forget about it.
And I realized this says something about my ability to sit down and truly relax.
Last night I set the alarm on my cell phone. I got up this morning, made Choffy, and sat, without a computer. I spent time with God, because my spirit needed be fed. At the end of my time, I realized I could relax better in the seldom-used dining room, and I moved there.
Tomorrow I'll set my alarm for 15 minutes earlier, since Zoodle and Chickie woke up soon after I did. But despite several interruptions, the time was sweet.
And this was the result: