I’m coming at you live this week from a Praise Jesus jury duty was cancelled day. My schedule runneth over, I didn’t really have the time to spare, and my prayers have been answered.
I’ve accomplished a much overdue oil change and rotation of tires on my car. I even accomplished a wee bit of work while waiting. And the important part … I dropped off a couple things at my storage unit and picked up my winter boots.
Like usual, the weather in Ohio can’t make up its mind, so I find myself needing warmer attire. Mostly it’s that in less than a week I’ll be at eight thousand feet in Colorado, where it has snowed already this season. No, I don’t ski. My doctor would have a giant cow over that one. “You know, broken limbs can be very serious for you.”
Well actually I’m quoting his sermon on poison ivy, but one can extrapolate.
The older I get, the more I understand why people retire to the South. I foresee being at least a snowbird. I feel the cold deep within my bones. It’s not a good feeling. I feel like I probably should be telling someone to get off my lawn, too, with all the complaining, so moving on …
I’m experiencing attacks of the enemy this week. Nothing unusual or creative of him, just things that make me roll my eyes. Way, way, way back up in my head. It’s a good thing I’m sitting while writing this. Otherwise my eyes might keep on going, and I might topple right over. And, you know, break a limb or something.
I think I’ll keep it short this week. I need to continue channeling my inner Martha so I can channel my inner Mary at the appointed time.
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