Hard to believe a Monday could be perfect for a wage slave, but it was.

I ate properly and was satisfied by my meals. I felt hunger before my meals and thanked God for a healthy body that could respond appropriately.

I accomplished good things at the office, and didn't worry about what had to be pushed aside.

I exercised in the morning, working on improving my balance and continuing to strengthen the knee that had ACL surgery.

I walked at night and noticed the evening sky and the birds, listened to the rain.

I spoke to hubby, away on a business trip. All is well.

I read, prepared meals, did some crochet, watched a documentary, and still went to bed early.

I prayed into the darkness.

Beautifully rest-full, beautifully renewing, beautifully connected. Amen.