flat

8:30pm and keeping Mrs theWeir company while she catches up on one of many recordings of ER.

Been a good day, but felt very flat. Physically tired, which exposes emotional weariness and a general propensity to cry at the opening of an envelope.

But it's the first Sunday of Advent and as such a day to remember hope. This bag of crisps will still provide shards of nourishment. Despite it being flatter than originally intended.

Hope doesn't disappoint when it's appropriately focused.

I trust you have hope in more than this world has to offer.

"We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?"

Jon Foreman (more than this world]here)