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Wednesday

Who decided to spell Wed-nes-day that way anyway??? I believe it should be Wendsday, don't you all?

I'm feeling better this morning... my mid afternoon funk nearly took me over, but then I remembered I had the ingredients to make a new muffin recipe, so I pulled my sorry butt off the couch and started baking. The family went ga-ga over having my delicious muffins with cereal for dinner, and S. told me they were the best muffins in the world, which did wonders for my mood. They were really good - and healthy too, which is always good.

Then, I came to check my email this morning and saw a comment here from my sweet Kelly Bell where she called me Funky Monkey. How could anyone be called that and stay in a funk? Somehow it takes the edge off the funk when you add the monk.

Okay, that was just stupid.

Today is Ash Wednesday. Which normally would mean next to nothing to me. I did not grow up observing Lent, nor have I ever bothered to learn about it or participate in it in my adult life. But now, because of the unique journey of the past year, I'm stepping out and partaking. I'm eager to see what God has in store as I make a conscious effort to appreciate more deeply Jesus' life and death and teachings.

I'll share more in the coming days about that.

Time to get the kids movin'. We've got a long day - with variety show rehearsals and soccer practice and bible study... I'm doing my best to get out of the house early enough for a trip to Starbucks. Obviously, I'm not giving up coffee for lent...

Happy Wendsday.

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