Simply Parking

This week's simple pleasure is going to be uncharacteristically brief.  For reasons which will remain unyakked, I have found myself eyebrow deep in an "assignment" which has consumed most of my waking hours since Monday morning. I could use your prayers.

I'm feeling tired
and drained
and a bit anxious because it's not finished yet.

And in the middle of it all, I had the need to go to
that place...

You know the one.
The place that steals my giggle.

But when I pulled Ebenezer into the very crowded parking lot, I had cause to smile. Right there... waiting for me as if it had my name on it was the coveted parking position. You know the one... It's the one right in front of the main door and just beyond all of the reserved signs.  I could hardly believe it. I breathed a word of thanksgiving.

 I pulled in,
 parked the car,
and I had *the moment*.

(That's as good as my parking gets.)

Now, if you're thinking that  my simple pleasure this week was finding the perfect spot at Walmart, on a day when both Walmart and Debbie were busy, you would be wrong. That's pretty pleasurable all right, but that parking space is actually not my simple pleasure.

I'm busy.

I'm tired.

And I'm 48.

So this week's simple pleasure was knowing that
on top of it all...

 I wasn't  parking in this one.

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