You know, one of those days when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed for no apparent reason? That's me today.
I followed my usual morning routine: The coffee was good, and so were my Bible verses. I was halfway through a rant on this blog about gullible people who believe every email they receive when I realized that I'm a grouch today. I deleted the pompous, know-it-all post without finishing it.
I am just as blessed today as I was yesterday. I wonder if I had some unpleasant dream that I can't remember. Honestly, what on earth would make a person with no problems wake up grouchy?
Wait, maybe it WAS part of my Bible reading, because I reread this part of Psalm 39 four times this morning:
4 "Show me, O LORD, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. 5 You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath. "Selah" 6 Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro: He bustles about, but only in vain; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it. 7 "But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you.
I have been reminded of my own mortality. That's enough to make any senior citizen grouchy.
I will try to control what I put on the Internet today; I should probably tell Cliff to walk softly and carry a big stick. For Iris' sake, I hope there is no recurrence of the flatulence with which she tortured us yesterday.
I'm sure I'll get over this grouchy mood before long.