Yesterday, hubz and I spent in PJs, not talking to anyone apart each other. It was the seventh day in a run of several very exhausting days. In total, we have travelled over 2600km in what was less than a week. Most of which felt as though we were walking them. And the Lord rested on the seventh day, and so did we.
Hamburg to Berlin, via train, in the heat, AC is still a foreign concept here in Germany. The next day, flying to London. The trip through London took longer than getting there. Hubz carrying most of the luggage. My hero. Yet still, did not change the weather conditions. It was scorching hot.
A quick shower, and off on foot to a conference. The same routine the following two days, the third day more travelling to Ascot, oh it was marvelous, darling. Sunday back to Berlin, off to church, then back home, grabbing a suit case filled with dirty laundry and back to Hamburg.
Very jet setting, darling. A german ad for hair spray comes to mind. Drei Wetter Taft. Looking perfect, no matter what. Yet, we looked far from perfect. Sweat was dripping down all imaginable and unimaginable places.
Back in Hamburg, after 16 hours jet setting, we rested our bones, clothes, make up (me) and all. Only to get up ten hours later, bad breath and all. And thats when our sabbath began. Staying in PJs, lying on a king sized bed, only interspersed with trips to the fridge and to the bathroom. A whole twelve or eighteen hours of pure lounging around.
Appropriately, this was the Bible verse of that day
By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that He had done.