I feel a sweet, silly sort of happiness that I haven't felt in a while. I've been making upbeat jazz tunes on trumpet lips.
There are a couple of reasons why. We wrote more, and it feels freeing. I've spent the day variously, in what feels like dissipation. Writing, reading Sayers, picking up a pumpkin pie, chatting with bro, cooking dinner, squaring up accounts. It feels so good to have a little more cash tucked into my Christmas envelope. And to (almost) pay off November bills.
Thank You. You answered my prayers (read: complaints) of the other day. Please work out Your will and truth in us now.
There are a couple of reasons why. We wrote more, and it feels freeing. I've spent the day variously, in what feels like dissipation. Writing, reading Sayers, picking up a pumpkin pie, chatting with bro, cooking dinner, squaring up accounts. It feels so good to have a little more cash tucked into my Christmas envelope. And to (almost) pay off November bills.
Thank You. You answered my prayers (read: complaints) of the other day. Please work out Your will and truth in us now.
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