Today, I did not write. I read. I slept. I did light chores.
Today, I felt the longing for You, because when I awoke, we didn't speak enough.
Today, I always felt in a hurry like chasing doves and donuts; like hurrying on a pee, like swallowing my crackers.
I had two cups of coffee, one brewed, the other from a 3-1 sachet of white. I thought cafe Italiano for St. Hannibal and Batangas coffee for me. Such an imagined meal for two sipped, just by me; alternately, just like when I let my students read alternately.
Thank you Eliud for the coffee. It is dark and strong. I like its taste.
Soon the Angelus! Soon, I will try not to hurry with us. I always wait for You.
I always wait for you to fill my heart when I plead.
I will try to visit your temple tonight. Take care of me.
Take care of those I love.
Take care of us all.
Almighty Father, empower us.