Oh, what a day. End of the week and all the joy of the morning evaporated as the day went on. I hate when that happens. So tired. Weary. discouraged. It came on like a flood. So this afternoon I peeled off my work suit and gladly donned my 'It Is Well With My Soul' tee. It was my weak attempt at challenging my soul's lament.
It's a battle keeping the gremlins at bay. Today was not a day to fight. Perhaps sleep will restore the fight.