``Yes, sir,'' said Jeeves in a low, cold voice, as if he had been bitten in the leg by a personal friend.

Woke up this morning in a great cloud of existential angst. Normally this doesn't happen to me - God be praised! - but sometimes everybody has moments of 'What am I doing here? What is the point of my life? Nobody loves me!'
So I got out of bed, went to the kitchen and put some toast in the toaster. As I was doing so a voice boomed from around the doorway, "Look, you've got food, what are you whinging for?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin, until it became apparent that Grandad was talking to the cat and not myself.
I'm not sure what the point of this story is, but it made me laugh and laughter and angst are nearly impossible to sustain simultaneously.
When I sit down and think about it, I'm sort of glad that I don't have a plan (as such) for my life. God's brought me to where I am now (and I happen to like where I am now) without any particular plotting or scheming on my part and I thank Him. It's difficult to trust Him with the future sometimes, but, at the same time, absolutely necessary.
I try not to post here when I'm feeling a bit down, but I feel today's post has kind of a happy ending, so I have indulged myself.