The Hands of Time

On December 27, 1973, yours truly entered the world...kicking and screaming, I'm sure.  Forty-four years later, I'm still not certain what I got myself in to.  Nonetheless, here I am!  One thing that I can count on, is the hands of time stop for no one.  Both when I clocked in and out for work this morning, a message flashed across the screen for all to see.  It read, "Happy birthday, Phillip".  I was super-excited about the recognition from whomever took the time to download such a message, but I didn't really want it emblazoned across the computer screen like it was.  The older I get, the more I seek a quiet affair regarding my birthday.  At any rate, I was appreciative of the warm thoughts and kind gesture.  Then I received an email from the Perk, a coffee shop located inside Christ Chapel Bible Church.  (The Perk is owned by the church, and all profits are used for missions.)  The email wished me a Happy Birthday and offered a cup of java gratis, which I am currently enjoying.  In years past, I have received these same emails, but I had forgotten about them.  As a result, this morning's email was a welcomed surprise.  Since the day is still early, I wonder what other kinds of blessings are out there waiting for me.  I'll have to wait and see.  Working at the bagel shop turned out to be short and sweet...a nice four-hour shift.  Business was slow, and I had completed all that was expected of me, including a few special projects.  Now I am at the apartment about to smoke my pipe.  At Noon, I will report to my second job, but I am thankful for the down time I have for rest until then.  So far, I am really enjoying my birthday!

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