Dyslexics have more nuf.

I'm home!
No opportunity to get bumped. In fact, they brought in a different, larger plane and took passengers on standby. Oh well. It's nice to be home.
Al was sure excited to see me. (Pam, too)

I'm about 1/3 through "What is the What." Steve and Michelle gave it to me for Christmas. It's about one of the lost boys of Sudan who left his village as an orphan when he was 7 and walked to Ethiopia, then Kenya and then came to the U.S. The book won all kinds of awards, and I can see why. It's technically a novel because the main character, a real person, can't remember all the details of his childhood accurately and so has filled some of the narrative with things he saw but that didn't happen to him. Most of it, however, is his story. This is one of those stories like Schindler's List that you should read not because it's enjoyable but because it's necessary.

Lots to get done tomorrow in prep for Sunday. I did some of it, including sermon prep, while I was in Seattle but the next couple of days are "head down and hammer."

See you tomorrow night.
Nite-nite.