"I'm not anti-social. I'm selectively social. There's a difference."

Swiped from Facebook.

Note: I wrote this part yesterday and then forgot to finish and post it last night. So it's now Saturday morning and here I am to put a tag on and hit "Publish."

I was up at 2:30. Actually, I was up at about 10 p.m., midnight, 1:30, and 2:30. That last time I decided to say up instead of just going back to bed after to the bathroom.
It's like all the Diet Coke I drank on the drive home suddenly hit bottom.

It's now 3:15 and the made-from-frozen-dough cinnamon rolls just came out of the oven. The sat in there overnight and raised to what looks like perfection.

I was a little late putting the foil over the top so that browned a little more than ideal, but some of the dark you see in this pic is actually the raisons I added.

Once they've cooled I'll make the frosting, apply it, and then have a pan of cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
That assumes they taste OK. If they do I can make another pan for dinner.
I decided to get creative and added raisons to the cinnamon & sugar layer before I rolled them

Pam gets home tomorrow afternoon so I won't be able to have dinner with Mrs. Swanson anymore. The last two nights we've dined together over the evening news and a car show. But it's OK because I left all the lights on.

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I've been researching vehicle options online since I arrived in Phoenix. My Facebook feed is now filled with car ads from all over - dealers and online sellers.
IF (!) we replace the Blazer the new vehicle will be primarily Pam's driver so I want to get something reasonably nice and with some creature comforts. But I also need it to pull the pickup bed trailer to make dump, feed store, and Lowe's runs, so I'll add a trailer hitch. Will a small SUV have enough power to pull that trailer with a moderate load? Empty it's not light. And it's hard to find a highly rated SUV (or crossover) with a V6. They're all four cylinders now with some of them turbo charged to boost horsepower.
All of this might be academic. I might be in the market for another roll of gorilla tape.

It's now 8:00 and I just had my mid-morning break.
Hey, it's mid-morning if you got up at 2:30. Actually, it's closer to lunch.
Break included a frosted cinnamon roll.
BOOM!
I can see I'll be doing this a lot more often. In fact, the icing recipe makes enough for two pans which only says I need to make more lest I waste that icing.
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Saturday morning....
I'm watching the women's final of the Australian Open as I eat my b'fast. What irritates me is that I know who won because it was played several hours ago and USAToday.com felt obliged to put the results in a headline. Grrrr.
But watching two very good "new blood" players practicing their craft still beats the talking heads on other channels.

I did get a lot done yesterday. The kindling bay has a new corrugated room to replace the leaky tarp I put up a year ago. Wet kindling is a physical oxymoron. I also got some 12' pieces to cover the chicken run to replace that tarp. I didn't realize tarps failed like that but apparently even the Oregon sun will eventually take its toll.

The gate is built and hung for the deer fence around the veggie garden. Hanging a gate that's 8' tall and 4' wide is a bit of a trick but it needed to be that tall to keep the deer out and that wide to allow a wheelbarrow in (easily).
All that remains is the fencing which I'll pick up next week. Then all will be ready for Pam to plant in the spring.

I'm meeting with Levy this morning at 10:30 and I'm really looking forward to that. Levy married Emily, David & Marta's daughter. They met while Emily was in Kenya on a missions trip. They've moved here for about three years to save up money before going back to live there permanently.
Levy is the youngest of 12 children from a Christian family in a very rural part of Kenya (aka the bush). He's a really nice guy - soft spoken, smiles easily, seems genuinely gracious - who knows little to nothing about the Bible. He's a believer, but also typical of those who grow up where the church is led by guys with no training.
Levy is what's called a tabula rasa - a blank slate. We're going to meet for an hour every Saturday morning while Emily is at work. We'll start at the very beginning - the doctrine of salvation - and build up from there.
A teacher's dream.

[And in case you're wondering, no, I won't be teaching him mid-Acts dispensationalism. At least not for a very long time. There is SO much more that should come before a discussion of hermeneutical principles. This is a guy who is at Square One.]

I'll have time for a couple of quick tasks between Levy and Pam's arrival at 1:30. Lunch will go in there somewhere, but I've got cinnamon rolls so prep time will be minimal.