enough (and other deceptions)

08:30.

On the bus to work. Not in a position to cycle or run yet.

I've had enough of feeling rough. Enough coughing during the night and disturbing Mrs theWeir's sleep. Yet I quite enjoyed sitting and reading at 04:00 this morning. Honest I did. Worth coughing for? Erm, no.

Enough to eat? The moment I think I'm full, it's probably 20% past the real level of enough.

Enough peace or joy?

A big enough house? Certainly not the reason we moved recently.

Enough self-focussing? It's really way to much about me already.

We have more than enough. How can we share our enough with the least. The empty. The needy. Is there ever enough of that?