Yes. It. Was.

First of all, I slept. Now I did wake up, but it seemed to be close to my alarm time, so that wasn't too bad.

My driver was early, so I didn't have to worry about road conditions and delays (although I was really swaddled in many layers).

Church was ... transforming. Brent's sermon was so healing and uplifting, it did wonders for me. And my throat was open and clear and I was able to sing as well.

I was thrilled that my driver was 25 minutes early taking me home, because I was hot and hungry. And he took the scenic route home, through the Ex grounds where the sprinkling of snow surrounding the Victorian buildings made it look magical. I've had almost nothing to eat, though, just a can of soup. And then a nap. So I really should go and make myself a sandwich. Hmmm, there's leftover smoked salmon. I know, how could I have leftovers of something that is so yummy?

Oh, and I'm warmed and comforted by all the lovely comments and compliments on my wee bit of Jack and Daniel from last night. So I've spent the last couple of hours reading everybody else's. And sending my own complimentary comments. It's just so neat to be able to share an obsession admiration of beloved characters, no matter where you live in the world.

Anyway, I'm following the lure (oooh, fishing play on words) of the smoked salmon. And, then, some more reading is on the agenda.

Pretty darn good whole-body-zinging hugs,
'lenka
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