It's Monday and I'm hung over. Teach, preach, brief nap, and then speak up at the prison in Salem. I got home at 9:30 last night and was in bed by 10:00. It's now 7 a.m. and I've been up since 4:30, not counting the hour I was doing emails from 2-3 a.m. (I send a daily email out to my Sunday morning class that takes 20-30 minutes to write.)
I just came in from walking Buddy and feeding the goats and chickens. I decided I need to prioritize today's tasks and do the essential ones first 'cause those further down the list might not get done at all.
At or near the top is vaccinating Dolly (I already had BACON), Getting Sally ready to drive into work tomorrow morning is #2. I should also have my lesson for tomorrow night done before the day ends.
I talk with inmates before and after the chapel service and last night heard some sad stories. Tom (not his real name), a guy who looks to be in his late 20s, can't sleep. He gets maybe a couple of hours each night and it's taking a toll on his mind and body. He killed a man and has been "down" for 18 months of what is probably a very long sentence. He's wracked by guilt and can't stop thinking about it. "I lay down and start to doze off and then it's like someone turned all the lights on and I'm wide awake, thinking about what I did.
You might think, "Yeah, you killed a guy. I'm so sorry that you can't get a good night's sleep."
But when you look at him and hear the sad desperation in his voice you - at least I - can't help but feel compassion for him. We only had time to talk very briefly about God, his love, and his forgiveness before we had to leave. I promised him I'd pray for him.
It's a good thing Dizzy's is 20 minutes away or I'd be there eating one of everything in their case.
At the end of my sermon in church yesterday I led them in singing "Jesus Loves Me" a cappella. Softly. I had trouble finishing with them.
I did the same thing up at the prison last night. Goodness! 40+ men, felons all, singing that song. I didn't make it 1/2 way through.
I wet sanded Sally's trunk lid this afternoon, working up to 2000 grit. It looks bad, but I remember that happening when I did the truck and then looking very good after I took to it with buffing compound and my buffer. I thought I had compound left over from doing the truck but couldn't find it, so I'll get some tomorrow on my way home.
If it still looks dull after buffing I'll just put another coat of paint on.
It's just about 5:00 and Pam's ready with dinner. After we'll eat I'll watch the first game of the Stanley Cup Finals and work on my slides for tomorrow night. I'm planning on baking cookies for tomorrow night, too. We'll see.
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