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The Morning Coffee, the Ashes and the Scrape

I still have much to learn about paying attention to the stillsmall voice. Yes, I should’ve listened to the voice that urged me to head straight to work and forget about getting my “much deserved” coffee because I’ve been having an incredibly tough and long week with so much work and….DEADLINES!

So, I happily drove to order my coffee at the drivethru, made that suicidal right turn and it happened. Of course, I’m still beating myself about it. What’s worse is when I get home, I’ll be reprimanded…although it’s my car, and my money. If I can help it, I don’t want to send it for repair because it will be costly. 



 Of course, it hasn’t been a fantastic morning either since we woke up seeing a pile of ashes in our compound. They were ashes from the burnt offering last night. My neighbour happens to have a bad habit of burning the stuff almost in front of our house, and so the ashes will reach our compound whenever the wind blows.

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