It's not right that, is it? I set it off this afternoon at 3:50pm, fell asleep and then woke up at 6:20 to find it still spinning. It's a wonder my clothes haven't shrivelled and shredded.
I fell asleep because I am exhausted. I'm still a bit lethargic tonight as it goes, though that probably has more to do with eating several Easter Eggs... alone. You know, I'm not even sure it's the done thing, that, scoffing chocolate on your own. The result is a sort of sugary collapse of my functions. I'm lying on my sofa-bed, listening to the radiators clicking, wondering when I'll have the energy to get up and change my bed sheets.
Lethargy. It's laziness really, isn't it? And I can't blame sugar for demobilising me to the sofa-bed like a chocolate whale. Those eggs didn't unwrap themselves and force me to eat them. I had enough motivation to do that myself, after all!
Anyway, it's a holiday weekend, isn't it? Isn't this what they're for?
Maybe. I don't like being a lazy gumpus though.
This is Easter Sunday: Resurrection Day as we call it where I come from. I've been writing a poem about Easter over the last few days, and today I was thinking about John, running toward the empty tomb. Imagine the impossibility of it, a hope that was crushed with the inevitability of death and then suddenly rekindled into a sliver of a light.
I pictured his feet bounding across the dusty earth and the dew-laden grass. I heard his heart thumping in his chest as he ran breathlessly toward the place, not fully knowing what to expect.
You know, I spend most of my life running with no idea of what to expect. Will Jesus rekindle my hope? Will he have an answer? Will heaven be silent? Is he really alive? Will he answer my desperate prayer? I don't always know. But running towards him always seems like a good idea.
Listen to me! Talking about running when I'm beached on the sofa-bed surrounded by foil and chocolate crumbs!
I'd better get up and change those bed sheets. There's nothing quite like freshly washed linen.
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