just ordinary stuff

"Nothing special; just ordinary stuff"

were the words I used to describe the day I anticipated

when messaging our two daughters this morning...

Opening my twitter account a few minutes later, 

I found these lines from a Robert Burns' poem:

And O! may Heaven their simple lives prevent 

 From Luxury’s contagion, weak and vile! 

Then, howe’er crowns and coronets be rent, 

A virtuous populace may rise the while, 

And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov’d Isle. 

("The Cotter's Saturday Night")

 And in response I pray:

Keep me simple, dear Lord.

Ordinary in my sight

immune from Luxury's contagion.

Virtuous, rising, and above all to stand...