IN Digestion

Almost every day (even though it is summer), I wear my jacket, and I put up with a lot of heat - but I do it so that when I am coming home or out at night, I Have a jacket which even feels nice and comforting EVEN if its hot outside. I guess I have gotten use to being with warm temperature settings. (soofism is so wack, if you read this stuff, everything they do now fiqh wise is against what their originating fore fathers did, including the greats like Ibn Arabi) But, today, and many mornings, I was just out of it, I got a call from Ammar, around 8:30 saying, [laughingly, and in good spirits, because obviosuly I was not wrong for this] but asking, Are you coming in today? And I, trying to give the impression that of course I am, and was awake, said: "Of course, I am’ - and nothing more, to make it seem NATURAL, that I was coming, and that nothing was out of the ordinary (though I figured if he called me, I must be late). So then he’s like, so uhm, when are you coming. And I naturally said, umm what time is it? (like am I suppose to even be there?). So it turns out, it was 8:21 AM - not a big deal actually, cause I was going to stay an hour later anyway today because of a meeting, so I got myself toogether, I formally woke up, ate some breakfast (zaatar, olive oil and bread - what else, this is Jordan innit), and went on my way to work.

Somehow I forgot to bring a sweater, or a sweatshirt, or my jacket, and thats fine- its VERY nice and warm outside, but inside with the air conditioner on and only a T-shirt, and no socks (i pretty much wear sandles ALL the time), I am cold. I am so cold, and I am so cold.

Now another big reason why I wear jackets are, they have front and deep pockets, so I can easily carry my phone, money and loose change without losing them (if I sit down, they fal out of regular pant packets more often than not, especially sweat pants).

Speaking of Sweat Pants, I tend to wear them almost all the time usually, but especially since they are UNBELIVABLY comfortable and comfy. The pockets are a sham though (don’t worrry MOM, I am trying to dress better!).

Sas