I checked out

 I checked out from a Harris Farm vege place a few years ago. 

The friendly older lady on the checkout responded to some observation I made about some stock being missing (can't quite remember). 

Oh yes, she said, we've got a few Jews working here--implication being that theft was a problem associated with them. 

I was shocked and to my shame I said nothing. I even knew one of these Jewish people who worked there. Gutless response by me. Caused me to rethink how I respond and now I try to do things differently, starting with "I have good Jewish friends."

Steroids

 Hey don't hate on steroids. They prompted me to make an update:

After about three years of target treatment for Stage IV bowel cancer the treatment's been adjusted, as was probably inevitable, to more standard chemotherapy. A bigger cocktail of chemicals and I just did #2 treatment yesterday--they go fortnightly.

As part of it, they dosed me up with steroids again. A sleepless night with a racing brain, involving some video watching, some cleaning, some lifting things and moving them somewhere, no not much praying and Bible reading so sorry everyone who is into that.

I find these symptoms interesting and continue to watch and observe at a superficial level. It propels me into busyness and hey, if you're a busy person good for you but I thank God that we don't have to be. (Look up 'Sabbath', all you who view busyness as virtue).

That said, a reasonably busy day ahead and let's hope my God-given gift of being able to sleep anywhere, anytime, does not return until sunset. He has also given me the gift of liturgical dance yet despite numerous hints to many in my church, no one ever asks me to do that either privately or publicly. (As Kamahl used to say: "Why are people so unkind?")