The past week is taking it's toll.
I guess there was a lot of stressful pieces this week, and I am trying to hang on till after tonight.
The last formal piece of service, Christmas Eve. Readings, carols, candles, and tired old me.
I think I can make it into tonight but with sickness all around and people dropping like flies, with equipment that is failing and stressing me out, and thoughts not coming together, with a nasty wind that I've heard is making the road dangerous, I am limping, nay dragging towards the goal line.
I think I am getting short with my family and my co-workers, I think I am anyway, so that's sort of my gage of where things are at. Family goes first, then the people I work with. So if you like them, pray for me.
It's not as hostage-y as that sounds but yeah, that could help things along.
Maybe I'll go find something to eat.
That could help things out too.
Carry on, but if you pass a dude lying face down on the ground passed out, it might be me.
Save a kind word.