In the four months of March we now have instead of winter here in Pennslobovia, rain seems to be the dominant weather. That is, if you discount wind. For when every other day is approaching sixty and all the days in between are near freezing the air masses have to trade places in a bit of a hurry.
i spent all last week looking forward to the weekend and then friday night came down with the flu. Going on three days of just loafing around in my sweats without enough gas to get to the starting line.
It was just me and Ballyhoo Gang all weekend and i spoke to them all of four sentences.
Wrote what felt like an inspired worship service for church and didn't even get to go.
Read a great book that i'll probably have to reread cuz i was so muzzle-headed i only understood maybe half the concepts.
Slept and dreamt i was at work. Went to work but got sent home to sleep.
I've been given a thousand reasons to complain and yet all I want to do is praise my Savior.
Must be some grace in that rain.