Another late arising, this morning, but it doesn’t matter. No one is going to fire me for being late, nor even make a snide remark about my laziness. The mutts will still stare at me hungrily as I munch on a sugar cookie and sip coffee. The bird will still dare me to abuse it. The unblinking eye of the monitor will defy me to write upon it. And the ever-circling minute hand on the wall clock reminds me that my allotted time is running out.
Feeling a bit dismayed at Trumps short sighted decision to pull out of Syria. But he did warn us that he had no truck with being the world’s policeman. Sad for the Kurds. Very sad. And the last remaining door Erdogan’s ambition to be the new Caliph is opened. Perhaps the King of the North is revealed?
But happiness and joy are not found in newsfeeds, and I turn my thoughts to what is needful, and remember the words of Qohelet. The Preacher. The son of David.
So go and eat your food now and enjoy it. Drink your wine and be happy. It is all right with God if you do these things. Wear nice clothes and make yourself look good. Enjoy life with the wife you love. Enjoy every day of your short life. God has given you this short life on earth—and it is all you have. So enjoy the work you have to do in this life. Every time you find work to do, do it the best you can. In the grave there is no work. There is no thinking, no knowledge, and there is no wisdom. And we are all going to the place of death.
In the end, it doesn’t matter what Trump does, or what Erdogan does, or what Putin does, nor even good ‘ol Joe Biden does. I sip my coffee, delight in the wife of my youth, torment the bird, treat the dogs, and I shall do that even if Satan himself sits on the throne of the land …