My day started out okay with breakfast with a good friend at the "Original Pancake House", but it went down hill from there. There wasn't much to do at work on that particular day, and I had lots of time to sit at my desk stressing out my back, and stare into my cathode ray tube thinking too much about everything i could ever possibly struggle with in the future. So i was in a sour mood indeed by the time 5:00 rolled around. I went home to take care of the dogs, and it took longer than usual -- though i can't remember why. I was mad at everything when i finally made it to the gym, and it felt good to blow off some steam.
After that, I felt slightly better, but i was still in a strange mood. There was a voicemail waiting on my cellphone when i got into my car that helped me along: It was our neighbor thanking us for the coffee cake. She had come over the day before with a bunch of daffodils from the prospering colony of them that she has in her backyard. Rachel and I decided to return the favor with a few pieces of coffee cake from the prospering batch that she had made that weekend. The message she left on my phone was a bright spot in this glum day.
Rachel was otherwise occupied in the evening, so I didn't really want to go home right away. I decided to stop by Books-A-Million and then I had a brain wave. After browsing around a while, I found and bought a paperback NIV Bible, and then zipped down Trenholm Road and bought a nifty 10-pack of highlighters at Staples. I want to color certain kinds of words in Scripture to reflect the different realms of authority and relationship like i've begun to outline on this website. This will enable two things: I can further develop and understand the qualities and interactions of all the realms, and it will get me back into studying the Scripture on an individual basis, which I haven't been doing lately, relying instead upon a number of group Bible studies for spiritual nourishment.
Anyway, I got back home a little after 8pm, but Rachel still wasn't home, much to my surprise. So I broke open my new purchases and occupied myself with them, with my eye on the clock, mildly concerned about Rachel. She arrived around 9pm. Apparently the guy she was meeting with at Lowe's was more interested in talking about himself than about our kitchen remodeling project, and she withstood his yapping for all of three hours, before she finally left. We cobbled together some sort of dinner, and hit the hay, both of us glad that this day was over.
