Dad prayed for our dinner at McAlister’s.
My tea was mixed perfectly by a very nice McAlister’s guy.
The foggy haze wasn’t so bad and the beauty of downtown Kansas City was in its glory.
We didn’t get lost going up and down and across the maze of streets hidden between the tall buildings.
We finally found a street where we could see the Marriott lights that pronounce Super. Bowl. Bound. and the KC arrowhead for all the world to see.
Dad didn’t seem to mind my silly desire to just drive and look.
My backseat has a few KC Chiefs things, ready for Sunday.
My sister took the time and the effort to spend an hour with me and let me unload.
Not only did I receive the gift of my yoo hoo birds, I also received the gift of five deer right outside my office window, and they decided I wasn’t so scary.
My legs are screaming sore which means I am working them on these stairs.
I resisted a piece of Grandmommy’s cake last night. Small victory.
The morning greeted me with beautiful snow as I walked out of Dad’s hotel in the darkness of the new day.
My wipers work as does my seat heat.
Salt covered the parking lot and sidewalks so I didn’t slip and fall on my way in to work.
I have a lot to do at work, I am privileged to be a member of the best team, and I love my job.
The Chiefs are playing in the Super Bowl.
Jesus loves me, and I know it.
Ignorance is bliss.
I am learning not to fret over things I cannot change.
I am grateful today.
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