All right, well, it’s quite clear now why the call to prayer exists. We are a forgetful kind, we humans. This morning, for my first reflection, I rolled over and fell back asleep; overslept, actually—a very palpable expression of my gratitude toward my life’s comforts, I guess. Hmmm.
I was in the CEO’s office during what was meant to be my mid-morning communion. It wasn’t anything hairy at all, but I still completely lost track of my self-imposed obligation, and didn’t think of it again until late afternoon. Bah, I thought. I convene with you (me) in the car.
Oh, shit; one hand gesture and a couple of my favorite expletives were the only dialogue I achieved on that ride. So much for decompressing.
Then, I was having dinner in the middle of my next scheduled discourse. It was an Arabic dish called mujaddara and it was delicious. Does that count?
One more left to go for today. It better be good, eh?
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