Thanks

I lie down and sleep;
    I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.  -Psalm 3: 5 (NIV)

It is a all-too brief feeling.  In a dead sleep, twenty minutes before my  body-clock wakes me normally,  for the last workday of this short Thanksgiving holiday week.

Bam!   Comet’s paws hit me out of the delicious blackness.

I’m awake.  More like a stupor.   Comet leans over to wake me with gurgling sound that dog-lovers know  either as a hungry belly – or what I presume as an urgent need for a walk.

I stumbled into some clothes and got the dog-leashes.   Out we went.  Dear Lord,  when the days are short, it seems like the hour just before dawn is just so dark!  Or it is because I am still trying to wake the other half my brain not engaged in moving my legs this morning.   I’ll dress properly when I get back.  Can’t go to work unshowered and shirt misbuttoned anyway.

I am thankful for the many blessings I have.   Truly.    I realize that the child-like enjoyment that Dexter and Comet get from walk,  or a full food bowl (Comet) or lavished attention and ear scratches (Dexter), or that I receive from my wife’s love for me are blessings that I should remain thankful.   Just give me a little grace this morning.   And coffee.