We ran away for 24 hours to Non-Contiguous New England State. I would share pictures of our joyous, though short-term, reunion with Pure Luck, of #1 Son and Dos and the college play we saw last night, of #1 Son made up to the be the Ghost of P.T. Barnum, of the fun suite we stayed in at the Residence Inn and of the little green shoots pushing up through the ground there, but I left the camera battery plugged into the charger here at home.
I have a little work to do to get ready for tomorrow. For the first time I am grateful I don’t have a Sunrise Service to lead. The weather forecast here is 25 degrees tonight, with snow.
Snowman and The Princess are filling little plastic eggs with jelly beans for the children at church, and God bless them for it.
When my father used to think we were, ahem, not being completely frank with him, he would say, "Don’t give me any of that ‘Who Struck John.’" Is it a bad sign that I’m thinking of quoting him in my sermon tomorrow morning?