I've almost officially run out of steam today. (laughing here) Today was my 8th day of work in a row. I've worked about 80 hours in that time and while we usually have two or three other workers at this time of year, for three of these days this week it's down to me and the boss.

I've run, I've walked walked fast and I've scooted (at the boss's request) and I have just generally been really busy. I have sent out hundreds, (thousands? I've lost track) chairs and gotten them back. A couple of hundred tables and a ton of dishes and lots of party stuff. I've made several mad dash deliveries and pickups and today the warehouse looks like a maze when you walk through it for all of the stacks of stuff that came back from the weekend.

I even had to leave the boss alone for 40 minutes while I made a 26 mile round trip delivery run this afternoon. I wonder how long I could keep this up if I had to? I began to think about how spoiled I am today. I've been working really hard. I know a ton of guys who couldn't keep up with me, or at least wouldn't want to. But I also know of a lot more who work harder than I do and have kept it up for longer, friends, relatives, that sort of thing.

And there are the staggering numbers of people worldwide who scrounge every day with all of their strength just to find scraps of stuff to eat that I would call "garbage," and who have to struggle to find potable water.

I had had my 10th bottle of water by 4 o' clock and it was 98 degrees. By then I was hot and tired and the thought of doing everything "as unto Jesus," came into my head. You know what? There was lot's left to do when I left work, but the rest of the day was a piece of cake.