As I sat staring at my computer screen a little bit ago, Gabe asked me if I was blogging. No, I said, and I don’t feel like it tonight. It feels like a job right now, and I don’t want to do it.
Take a vacation day, he said. An unpaid vacation day.
Don’t mind if I do, I said.
If you’ve got a moment, I would love your prayers. I’m feeling grouchy and depressed and angry and moody (and redundant) for no good reason. And I don’t like it.
Thank you. And thank you, sweet Jesus, for your new-every-morning mercies.