Closed Doors

Snow, coffee, pajamas, and Bon Iver.  Yay for educators!  I spent an extra long time in bed tending to nothing other than, well, being in bed.  Christmas break is just around the corner and we'll have to make up this day at the end of the year, but I was tickled pink.  And pink is not my color.

I needed a day to just breathe.  Even the weekend rarely allows for such because I anticipate that time to get things done.  This was just time.
After a discouraging pow-wow at work, nonetheless. But when God closes a door, I think he opens another door.  It just looks different than the last.