I must admit I am not up to date with all of the technology and gadgets today. Just when I think I have something mastered, they upgrade it or replace it was something that I cannot figure out. I guess that is why God gave grandfathers grandchildren.

It started on a Monday morning and I thought I would use the latest technology and order something online from Staples and then go over and pick it up. I would save a lot of time and it would look like I knew what I was doing. I love it when a plan comes together.

I must say it was very easy to give them my money online, just a little too easy for my comfort.

Then I went to Staples to pick up my order. When I got there, unfortunately, I had ordered the wrong product. I wanted black ink and I ordered, by mistake, colored ink. I had plenty of colored ink but I was completely out of black ink.

When I found out that I had made this error, I was beside myself. Believe me, standing beside me is no picnic.

I went to the customer window and explained to them my problem, which they were most gracious to help me with and cancel the order and refund my money. Being elated I then went and picked up the black ink that I wanted for my printer.

I do love it when a plan comes together.

I remember my grandmother saying, “As your Monday starts, so shall your week end.” Driving back to my office, I chuckled to myself thinking that maybe good old grandmother was wrong on this one.

Getting to my office, I began to put the ink cartridge in my printer only to find out that, although I had black ink, I had the wrong ink cartridge! When will Monday end!

I started out the day trying to save time and trips, now I had to go back to the store and exchange the wrong cartridge for the right one. I am not sure, but I think I heard some snickering behind the customer window, but I refused to look in their direction. They can keep their snickers to themselves.

Driving back from the store I thought again of my dear old grandmother. Perhaps, looking at my experience today, she was absolutely right.

When I got back to the office, I remembered I had an appointment to take my truck in for a check up and new tires. So, back into town I went thinking about dear old grandmother.

The end result of the truck inspection was to cost me an arm and a leg. How do they expect me to drive my truck without an arm or a leg?

I was so happy when Monday was over thinking that the worst of my week concluded.

The next day I had a doctor’s visit. It was one of those annual visits that you have to take so that the doctor can feel good about his doctoring. As much as he examines me, he can never find anything wrong with me. I am sure glad he is not a psychiatrist.

As he was looking at his chart, he looked up at me and said, “You haven’t had a blood test in over a year.” With one of those Dr. Smiles he said, “I’ll have my nurse set up an appointment for you.”

Of course, it would have to be the next day because of what they call their “fasting rules.” I asked the nurse if that included coffee. Of course, it did and then I said, “Are you sure you want to see me before I have my morning coffee?”

I came in the next morning feeling a little nervous because, one, I didn’t have my morning coffee, and two, Ms. Dracula was going to poke me with a needle the size of the Empire State building and suck all the blood out of my body. Talk about being a nervous wreck!

Stumbling out of the doctor's office, I headed for my truck and drove directly to McDonald’s to get my morning coffee.

I settled down in my office and began to think that this week is over as far as the problems are concerned. As I drove home for lunch, I noticed the new wheels on the truck shivered and so I had to take it back and have them check it.

Every once in a while, I have a week where every day is Monday and this week seems to be one of those weeks. My grandmother certainly was right. As your week begins, so shall it end. My prayer was that it would end very quickly.

I would like to see a week that has no Monday in it at all, but that is not going to happen.

My grandmother was trying to explain to me that there are no perfect days. Some days may be better than other days, but there are really no perfect days for us. Just when you think you got everything organized, something happens that puts everything in a disheveled mess.

Solomon spoke of a perfect day. “But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day” (Proverbs 4:18).

Everybody has their definition of a perfect day, but I choose to rest in God’s definition of a perfect day.