This morning was Lord’s Supper, except that it was more like Lord’s Lunch, since we never actually eat it as a supper. But the I guess to sup doesn’t mean so much dinnertime as it does just to sit down and eat. Or chew for a few seconds and swallow. I don’t know.

I drove home early today: I wasn’t feeling well, in case you wondered. This entire weekend has left me feeling sort of queasy, and I couldn’t put my finger on it if you asked. But then, you haven’t, so I won’t go any further.

This week will be different. I swear to it. I haven’t the time anymore to sit around and watch the dust collect on my few posessions; instead I want to explore something, although I’m not sure what it’ll be that gets found, or where I’ll find it waiting.

There’s coffee at Starbucks, and it’s waiting. Or weighting, like the dead-end conversations I always find there. It’s a place to go and outline simple facts, to make rational decisions as if they’re called for.

Why isn’t life more like a movie? Well, I know all the answers, but none of them seem satisfactory right now. Life is a whole lot more like the book of Ecclesiastes, and that’s a none-too-cheery little bit of inspiration right there.

Maybe I should have been a cowboy.

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