So early I missed the grease trucks

I've said before, one of the benefits of being in NJ is being able to use the libraries of my various alma maters. This morning, I returned a few loans to a main branch of the Rutgers University Libraries on College Avenue. I didn't use the Alexander Library too much during my undergraduate days over on Cook Campus. However, when I began taking education classes I as an non-matriculted masters student during my public school teaching days I began to get acquainted with it. It's still highly relevant to my research and work in Christian Education. Ironically, the books I borrow directly from Alexander would have to be secured via inter-library loan if I was still residing on the campus in Virginia. So all things considered, it works pretty nicely to my advantage that I have the Alexander Library at my disposal - plus it's rather conveniently located within my Central Jersey jaunts. And an added bonus benefit is that my occasional trips to College Avenue allow me to reminisce at the RU "grease trucks" and get a cup of cocoa or a cheesesteak! But alas, this morning, I was on campus so early AND it was semester break that the grease trucks weren't even open yet that I didn't bother to stop and photograph them....so I passed on by, forced to stick to any New Year's resolutions I made about eating healthier.

Why I am glad there are no reading police.....

On the tenth day of Christmas, I like many of the rest of my friends, went back to the regular daily routine now that public schools have resumed session. With more than a week off, I needed to get my brain back into gear and find some focus...so after lunch I found myself a particularly pleasant place to do some reading....

And there it was, a nice sunny bright spot in which I could read and get my head back into concepts I only thought of peripherally during the past week. What I didn't count on was the sunny spot would concentrate the winter's rays and transform them into a narcotic and promptly put me to sleep.

Sure, I'd like to point fingers. However, I can't blame Randy Maddox, John Wesley or even God at all for my lack of foresight into the accidental napping that occurred. Truly, it was a case of "irresponsible afternoon reading " in unfiltered sunlight on my part. I am guilty....but thankful for the grace that will help me rise above these mistakes and find a better way tomorrow.