An ordinary view from my house.

I am grateful for ordinary days. Days when I putz along doing routine things. When I can follow a familiar routine and at the end of the day look back with satisfaction at what I’ve done. Not that such days are without pressure but it’s a familiar sort of pressure–how to motivate myself? Coffee now or later as a reward? It’s not the kind of pressure that has me running from one thing to the next, never quite finishing one task before I have to attend to something else.

Maybe it takes those fractured days to make me realize how special are the ordinary days.

Psalm 118:24 This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.