Sunday morning musings (?!)
“Why are you home on a Sunday morning?” you might ask. Good question. Choir sang at the early service only and I feel like I’m being hit by a truck.
I’m not getting sick. (If I repeat that to myself enough, like a mantra, it will be magically true. Right?)
I always thought I was missing out on something good, not being at home Sunday mornings. Turns out Meet the Press ain’t that enthralling.
I’m drinking tea and watching “Princess Bride.”
If things don’t clear up by afternoon, I’m switching to Merlot.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Sales pressure 2009
Schedule nightmare 2008
2007 Christmahanukwanzaakah 2007
ran out of merlot 2006
