In so many ways, I wish it was a week ago. We'd have been on the road just over an hour. But I don't wish it was a week ago because I'm yearning for a long car trip. I had a good Thanksgiving break, and I'd like to experience it all again.
I'm also wishing I had gotten more writing done, although I did enough. As is my practice now, with any scrap of time, I turned to my computer to make some progress, either on final papers for seminary or on grading.
I went to the grocery store yesterday, early in the morning, as has always been my habit, even before the contagious pandemic stalking the land or new variant. As I walked, I listened to the two homeless men coughing and the baby sniffling, and I wondered if I was lessening my exposure risk or heightening it by being one of the first shoppers in the store.
I am beginning to realize that I forgot to buy some items during our away time. I looked at the shriveled sweet potatoes yesterday and thought of the times I could have bought better specimens while we were away in North Carolina. This year was the first year that we didn't make a lot of trips to Wal-Mart, so I didn't get lights to string around our balcony railing.
It was a good time away, and while the next two weeks will be intense ones as I finish grading and I finish seminary work, I don't regret taking the time. The fact that I wish I could go back and do it all over again makes me grateful that it was worth it.
So let me shake off my post-Thanksgiving melancholy: time to walk while I think about Rahab and my paper that is due by 11:59 tonight. Let me think about work. Let me regain my focus on moving forward.
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