There's not much excitement to report. Shocking, I know. I went to a workshop on software this morning and missed my planning period again. My planning period is fair game for all bureaucratic crap. Take, dispose of my time and sanity.
I had a great writer's group with M. 4 absent monkeys don't stop the show I'll have you know. And, I had a great chat with my other M. We chatted shoes, jobs, money, meaning of life and God's faithfulness.
I think I might have found a church to call home. Must be hesitant, but excited. We're talking Nicene Creed, Lord's Prayer, winsome expository preaching, people who brought their Bibles, Scripture reading, people who greeted me graciously that weren't "greeters", Prayer for the People, Prayer of Confession, Communion, old people, kids. We sang "Come Thou Font" and "Immortal, Invisible" instead of David Crowder and Coldplay covers. Not talk about prayer but actual prayer. Seriously, I sat by an African who gave me his bulletin because I had somehow bypassed them. My yellow flag is that there were few people my age single. But, I guess, that's pretty true about most churches.
And, I went to a McDonald's grand opening on Thursday night. I was already for some chicken supremes. But, the grand opening was catered; that's hilarious. The food was awesome. There was a live band that was good. And, we got to tour the new store. The machine's technology was insane. I chatted with a local politician that seemed authentic-- a black female Republican. She rocked.
I had an amazing long run Saturday morning that left me in a coma for the rest of day.
I started a good book, "The Lemur". It's an Irish author. I'll let you know.
My job: chaos.
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