Well,
most of my day was spent slaving over a hot … computer. Not that the computer was such an amazing
instrument. I was just typing all day,
so it got hot. Just hot. Why such fervor related to that instrument of
attachment to exertion? I was determined
to get as much of the groundwork for Sunday’s sermon completed as I possibly
could. We are leaving here shortly for a
meeting in Arlington (Yep. Another mini-road trip), and I wanted to
be able to focus completely on my nap on the way up there. Not that I always take naps on our road trip,
mind you. This is just in case.
Cailyn
did come over for a while. That meant a
wonderful lunch at that iconic establishment, Whataburger. Well, let me change that a bit. A lunch from
Whataburger would be more precise. The
girls stayed here at the house while I went and picked it up. See, Cailyn was too engrossed in breaking in
Chris’ new camera. It was like one
perennial photo shoot around here. She
took pictures of me working, of Chris reading the camera owner’s manual, of
Freddy sleeping, of herself, of the neighbor’s house (Sorry, Corey and Janell). It
was as if she was trying to determine just how many pictures this camera card
will hold. As far as I know she never
ran out.
We
ended the day (and my now-feeble attempts
to put finishing touches on the sermon) out at the softball field. Cailyn had practice for Fall Ball. Her Dad came up from the fire station (It’s right down the road) to watch, and
April arrived just as they were finishing to pick her up. That meant we had the rest of the evening to have
some supper and crash on the couch and watch the Astros. Except they are playing on the West Coast and
didn’t start until 9 p.m. Chris went to
bed at 10. I lasted until 10:30. Just couldn’t keep my eyes open. As it turned out, I saw all the Astros
scoring. As it turned out, it wasn’t enough. They lost 7-4. Ouch.
Psalms
93:1 says, “The Lord reigns, he is robed
in majesty; the Lord is robed in majesty and is armed with strength.”
Father,
would you join us on the road today?
Thanks. Amen.
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