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Year Two, Day 271: London Fog Monday - "Love"

Monday morning. Cold, dark, pouring rain.

It's fitting that I start with the day with a "London Fog"!

I am glad to see the rain. It feels like business as usual here in Portland.  We can do rain.  I was worried that the snowstorm that had been forecasted for early this morning would hit.  The weather men had said it would rain all night and that if the temps got low enough we could see snow accumulations.

I think we've had quite enough snow for one winter. Thank you very much!

I am feeling quite good today. I am not as stiff and sore this morning. And my face not as poofy

I had a good soul breakfast of prayer, bible study and reading a daily reflection.

I am not usually hungry first thing in the morning.So I packed a hard boiled egg, an apple and some rice crackers. I ate the egg sprinkled with Tajin at Starbucks. I ordered my London Fog with soy milk this morning. I like the taste of soy.

I was starting to feel guilty about my Starbucks habit. So, to ease my conscience a bit, I am switching to LF's because I can reuse that tea bag later at work!

Brilliant!

I put one of my daughter's crockpot meals in the slow cooker this morning. I will stop by after my church job and add seasonings, tomato paste and water if needed. Then I will have lunch and head out to teach.


My fruit of the spirit today is love.

And coincidentally (or not), I received this text on my phone while I was sipping my LF: "FISHFOOD4THOUGHT: "I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear". From 104.1 The Fish.

No words seem necessary after the word "Love". 

Happy Monday!

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