I had a surprise for Chris when she got up this morning. I turned on the heater for the first time this season. It was down real close to 50 again. Ridiculously cold, if you ask me.
And the worst part of it all? I was determined to mow the grass. We have way too much to do in the days leading up to Thanksgiving. Gotta get this little chore behind us.
As it turned out, by the time we finished the yardwork (Chris handled the sweeping part, of course), it was actually getting hot outside. I mean, the thermometer read 64, but that sun sure was beating down. I guess that added portion of the task where we moved a bunch of bricks around might or might not have contributed to the heating quotient. We got it all done, though.
Chris even managed to water some plants. Well, in between running away from deadly snakes that were expertly camouflaged to look eerily like lizards and frogs. But no need for worry. She is safe.
Today we’re heading up to Texas to see a football game. Good ol’ Alma Mater, HBU. Er … I mean HCU now. Should be fun.
Deuteronomy 6:5 says, Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength.
Father, please ride with us to Houston. And keep those boys safe on the field. Amen.
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