“D’oh!” is, for those of you who don’t avidly follow the adventures of The Simpsons, the expression Homer Simpson uses when he finally realizes he’s yet again done something stupid. I’m using it today because I finally understood that I’ve been tripping over God’s traces all morning without being aware of it.
I got into work and immediately started fretting about what to write for this blog. I felt singularly uninspired and couldn’t figure out anything “edifying” or even vaguely interesting to share with you. And then I realized that from the moment I’d walked in the door, I’d been showered with, as Shakespeare put it, “tender loving care” [Yes, check it out… with Bill Shakespeare was into TLC!] Kathy invited me to dinner, Jeanette wanted to know how the previous evening had gone, Linda thanked me for remembering to buy a few things for the office, Harold shared a health concern, Gabe made a point of stopping by to say hello, and the list goes on and on. Why am I so blind?