Would Somebody Please Tell Me What Day it is Today?

Is it just me or has anyone else has lost track of what day it is?

Part of my problem has to be the crazy work schedule I have to maintain just to maintain my budget.

I just completed another midnight run to Memphis, Tennessee and back this weekend. I got two good hours of sleep before the party at the pool began. It ran the next four hours. By the time I decided to get up and fix a cup of coffee they left, or at least they were quiet.

It’s kinda hard to get mad at folks laughing and enjoying themselves. They probably get an actual vacation, whatever that is.

I got home in plenty of time to change into some clothes that were decent enough for God yet casual enough for toddlers to climb on.

Everywhere I turn I’m walking on yet another tight rope.

I guess that’s the cross I have to carry at this time in my life.

I don’t know how many of y’all noticed but I put two blog posts out last Friday. That was not done deliberately.

I got so used to not posting most weeks I plumb forgot that I scheduled a post I wrote late last week. I think it was Friday afternoon or evening.

Time and inspiration struck simultaneously Thursday evening so I wrote yet another post and scheduled it for first thing in the morning.

Imagine my shock when I woke up to two blog posts posted right on top of one another.

Now y’all know I ain’t perfect.

I may be taking some verses slightly out of context, but I think I’m merely following Jesus’s own advice by doing that mix up.

Matthew 6:3b: “do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing.”

Why do I get the feeling if I hired an assistant the additional hands would only mess things up even worse.

Not that I can afford one anyway, so you can expect more imperfect imperfections from this less than perfect feller.

A couple of mosquitoes followed me into the cab of the truck to keep me company on the drive home.

I didn’t really notice them until I tried taking a nap in a truckstop halfway back. Apparently fingers are especially tasty when a feller is trying to sleep.

The itching lasts a lot longer than the actual bite and it ain’t conducive to drifting off into unconsciousness. At least is wasn’t for this imperfect feller.

At least the first three days this week are scheduled to be daytime driving. That will get me back to being used to sleeping like a normal feller just in time for the next overnight adventure to balance my budget.

Nothin’ like carrying a cross while walking a tightrope and swatting bugs by an imperfect feller.

Wow! If I wasn’t so tired from not sleeping over three hours this weekend I’d be exhausted by merely reading that last sentence there.

I’m sure glad God loves me unconditionally. Otherwise I’d be in a heap of trouble by the time I reach the end of my rope, me thinks.

The next time y’all see two blog posts stacked on top of each other just pray for me extra hard.

This imperfect feller needs all the support he can get, me knows.

Keep smiling.   Wade

I'm a truck driver turned writer. My writing drives people to Jesus.
I love sunsets/sunrises, dark chocolate, coffee, cats and dogs (as long as their owners pick up after them) and solitude. My relationship with God through Jesus Christ is most important to me, not a religion. This writing gig is all God's idea. I only wish to bring more attention to Jesus with it.