The sounds of morning is something I have come to treasure. In every season of my life, the noises have a little bit different. Most of the time, I sleep with my door open, in order to hear these noises better.
Thumps of heals on the wood floor.
The metal toaster popping up.
Shower heads springing to life.
Coffee maker squeezing those last few drops out.
Alarms beeping endlessly.
Dogs scratching at the door.
Music playing on the record player.
The list can go on. For some reason when I woke up this morning I heard these noises, and was thankful. The noises, which I know so well bring comfort….and that’s all I’ve got.
I put triple antibiotic ointment on my face last night….
I heard somewhere that it heals the acne scars on your face. I decided to test out the theory, and I went a little overboard. I started to mix up all the face creams that I own…only to top it with the ointment.
I woke up this morning with a stiff face and a little irritation. The face looked a bit better. I thought…hmm, hopefully the redness goes away. As the day went on my face got itchier and felt stiffer.
Finally, at 4:00 I had to rush out of the office. I ran to my car and scratched my face until the itching went away.