to prove I’m still alive . . . this week has been absolutely crazy; I’ve been head-down in church stuff, and what energy I’ve had left over from that has gone to family. I think after today, things should slow down a bit, though. I feel like the prairie dog crouching in the hole, wondering if it’s safe to stick his head up.
On a random note, one of the businesses I pass on my way to work is a storage company, one of the local places to rent storage lockers. Out front this last week or so they’ve had one of those rented message boards with the built-in arrows; the arrow has been pointing to one of their buildings, and the message reads, “FUTURE HOME OF HIDDEN TREASURES.” Maybe it’s just me, but if I had a storage locker there, I’d be a little worried . . .
LOL
I can't imagine the life of a pastor. Take all the time you need to get your head out of that hole safely, 🙂 – your faithful readers will still be here!
worried? about what? pirates?
🙂
Not so much in a hole, as head down and driving forward, just plowing through and getting stuff done. I'm going on vacation partway through this week, though, so I'm looking forward to a little breathing room.
And no, Hap. Thanks, though. 🙂