A Moment of Appreciation

Within an hour of arriving at the office, I find myself ensconced in a comfortable chair with a white carnation in a glass (compliments of Casey, who got a bouquet from David this morning), a dish of English tea beside me, and a volume of French medieval poetry on my docket for the morning.

I don't take enough time in general to appreciate the multifaceted beauty present in my work and the conditions of my life.

Consider this, therefore, a moment of thanksgiving.

God is good to me.