It has been a lazy Sunday morning.  I missed church and still have my sweats and moccasins on.  I am finished with my morning coffee.  We made plans to go to a church evening service so I have to make myself more presentable:  shave, shower, etc.  My day is just starting although it is past twelve PM.  It is never too late to take your day more seriously.  It matters.

I have to take my day seriously–like it matters.  That means discarding my sweats and putting pants on that I would go out in.  It also means putting my shoes on not wearing moccasins any longer that day.  It also means shaving and looking less disheveled.  I take myself and my time more seriously.  I am also done with my morning coffee.  All this matters.  I don’t fritter away my day.  My time matters.  And I have to use my time more productively.

I was thrilled when my wife gave me an old pair of camouflage sweats and an ragged old tee shirt in the hospital (and my cap).  I was tired of my gown which was slipping off all the time.  I put those clothes on immediately.  The nurses on the other shifts did not say two words about me not having their ubiquitous night gown on.  My clothes were now comfortable.  It was a small thing but it wasn’t.  One nurse even thought it was cool.  I don’t know why everyone has to wear those ugly gowns.  I just was so happy with my tee shirt and sweats.