l'homme propose, mais Dieu dispose

You can lead a puppy to water but that doesn't mean he's going to go willingly!

I thought about going into the clinic after lunch to put on another layer of mud and quickly bailed on that idea.
But I'm worried. I got two quotes on the required commercial grade metal framed/wood slab doors for these walls. One quote I got over the phone from my office at home and wrote the notes from that conversation on my desk calendar. The other quote I got at the clinic (cell phone) and wrote the notes on a spare piece of paper. As I sat in my office this evening I noticed that the rough opening from the first quote is 38 1/4". That didn't sound right, so I went out to the van for the notes from the other quote. Yep, 37 1/4". Somebody's wrong. And since I framed in the door at 37 1/4" you can guess which one I'm pulling for. No, there's no chance that there's a 1" difference between these two outfits. It's basically the same door, just two different suppliers.
I'll be making a couple of phone calls Monday morning and the anxiety level will be high. I do NOT want to tear out drywall and relocate metal studs!

I knew if I stayed home this morning I wouldn't study, I'd watch the rest of the Williams' sisters final from Wimbledon. So at the beginning of the second set I packed up my stuff and rode the motorcycle over to Paradise Bakery for my standard - a glazed orange muffin (Mmmm) and a cup of java. It's been over a week since I was on the bike. After driving only the van for that long I forget what it feels like to apply the throttle and feel an immediate and spirited response. That's such a good feeling! The law says I shouldn't go over the posted limit but it doesn't say how quickly I can get to that speed.
I really am committed to ATGATT (All The Gear All The Time) which means that much after 10:00 a.m. I just can't ride the bike. Even my mesh motorcycle jacket is too confining. And a full face helmet becomes a sweat box. So, for example, I took the van into lunch (Pam's working today).

This guy buys himself a new BMW Z4 and takes it out on a country road to find out what she'll do. He's way over the speed limit when he comes to his senses and eases up. But no sooner does he back off the throttle than he sees a cop, lights flashing in his mirror.
The cop comes to the window and says, "Look, it's the end of my shift, I don't feel like dealing with the paperwork, and it is a beautiful car. So if you can give me an excuse I haven't heard before I'll let you off with a warning."
The guy responds, "Last week my wife ran away with a cop and I was afraid you were trying to return her."
"Have a nice evening."

Today was a Beethoven day.

I don't know about other pastors; I've only been this one. But I think it's common that we develop a paternal instinct for those whom God has given us to shepherd. Tomorrow morning we'll work in the last few verses of James 4. That passage raises a specific issue related to a broader subject that God's children need to have firmly in hand. If I could give my flock a thorough heart (not just head) grasp of any single biblical truth, this one would be it. So I'm exercised to do the truth justice.
"We have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all surpassing power is from God and not from us" (2 Cor. 4:7).