All I can say. After daily mass (which I haven’t been to in 3 weeks) I thought I would stop at work first, instead of going home and coming back, to get ‘set up’ because I envisioned a stampede when we opened.
After all- people had gone without their cheese for 3 whole days.
I felt good. Rested. In communion with Him.
I got to work about 45 minutes earlier than usual and discovered our 8 foot cheese case was about 65 degrees. Not good.
Cheese stinks when it’s warm.
Did the best I could with the cheese, the cheesecase and my totally ungrateful boss.
But I am-
Grateful for another day….
Clear and sober.
Thanks be to God.