Tonight I am grateful for fresh bread~and the smell of fresh bread baking.
I'm at home. Worked until 3 pm. Our service this morning was all music, so I'm easing into my new position without anything to do during worship on my first Sunday. The morning was spent meeting people, trying to learn names, having FUN with the kiddos in Adventure Village (our Sunday School for K-5, nicknamed AdVill), attending a Christian Ed meeting, and attending the end of the Youth Party upstairs.
First impression: These folks are friendly, easy-going, inclusive, and progressive. I like 'em.
I came home, though, and went straight to bed~~oh, I was exhausted. And when I got horizontal, I started having coughing fits. Like I did earlier this year. So I'm calling my allergist tomorrow and making an appointment, just to be safe. I do NOT want to get sick again.
I finally got up about an hour ago. D and I are watching the Giants and Redskins game with our computers in our laps. He's playing Free Cell and not doing as well as I would be if I were playing, no doubt.
And I'm smelling the heavenly homemade bread that he started baking while I was trying to sleep.
I tell ya, LIFE IS GOOD when fresh bread is baking, isn't it? Wow!
(After he reads my comment about Free Cell, he might not let me have any, though, so tell him to be good to me, OK?)