Clones are people two.

I froze. The pressure was on and I locked up.
This morning I packed up my laptop, wireless mouse, Bible, and notepad and took my act on the road, this time to Starbucks. The sermon wasn't coming together well and I figured a change of scenery couldn't hurt.
There was the usual line of customers and when it came my turn I completely lost the ability to speak the few words of Starbuckese I know. I remembered "skinny" but not where it goes in the syntax, so in my panic I grabbed it and used it as the first word, hoping it would start me on a roll and I'd remember the rest. Nope. I stumbled and fumbled and finally got out "caramel latte." That's not even what I wanted, but it's what I could say at that point.
Silence.
"What size???"
Crap! Can't remember those words either.
"Medium."
I am such a loser.

Greyhounds can't swim. Picture a Labrador's paw and change it completely. Greyhounds have feet designed for running very fast, which means long narrow toes at the end of long narrow feet. Very good for digging into the ground for grip but not for paddling. Also not good for walking on a wet tile floor. Jack does not like a wet tile floor and can't decide whether the best course is to scamper across it, shortening his exposure time, or slowly placing each step to reduce the chance for slipping. He usually chooses a little of both and the result is almost always FAIL.
Poor Jack.

I'm doing what they call "sorting out" the Rambler - giving it a thorough fixing and cleaning as necessary - and that process includes upgrading the cooling system. The car came with "factory air" but I learned it was dealer installed. That means he put in the correct Rambler vents in the cabin and the correct compressor under the hood. But this less-than-stellar dealer did not install the required larger radiator, or the AC correct 7-blade radiator fan, or the required larger alternator. I'm still hunting down that alternator but I located and installed everything else. I've also replaced all the rubber hoses because what was there looked like original equipment and due for replacement.

Except for the radiator hoses. The guy at the local O'Reilly's sold me hoses that don't begin to fit. Grrr.
Today's task was replacing the spark plug wires, distributor cap and coil. Except the wire set he sold me was also the wrong one. The first hint was when the box contained wires for an 8-cylinder car. Double-grrrr.
I've ordered from Rock Auto, what I should have done in the first place.

We have friends who moved half-way across the country for a very good job. He went ahead of his wife and kids and found a house adequate for their sizable family. The previous owners were old (now deceased) and the house had fallen into disrepair, but he's very handy and fixed it up nicely, including creating some new rooms out of attic space. It's now a very nice house on a great semi-rural lot.
She posted on FB recently that they've received a letter from the previous owners' daughter offering to buy it for twice what they paid - in cash.
What would you do? It's been suggested they consider buying a good metal detector to scour the yard, and checking for loose floorboards.

When you hear or read the word confession you probably think, admitting guilt. The Greek word is used that way in the New Testament, but only once. In all of the other uses, 32 times, it means something like our word profession, or public statement indicating one's convictions.
Part of my problem with this week's message is that there isn't a good equivalent in English for that more common use of the Greek word. And as it's frequent usage indicates, it's an important concept.

This is why I start prep early in the week.