"Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn." - Fulton J. Sheen

It's 2:30 and I've been inside for about 10 minutes. Five minutes ago it started to pour with thunder in the distance.
Fifteen minutes ago I had Sally out so I'd have better light for putting some body putty on the dent in the trunk lid. Got that done just in time!

I fix my own b'fast because I get up so early. Day one: fried eggs and BACON. Day two: scrambled eggs and sausage. Day three: waffles (Pam makes a batch and freezes them) and Canadian bacon.
Repeat.
I decided to get creative this morning. Pretty good! I may have to go to a four day rotation.
I also thought about two fried eggs over my waffles. Syrup under or over the eggs???

I'll pick up Pam at the airport on my way home from our small group Monday night. Trust me, she'll be doing laundry Tuesday.

I got a text from Brett yesterday afternoon asking if I could preach for him next Sunday and then do the prison gig in the evening. I said yes. Since then my mind has been scrambling for what to preach. I went through my archive folder for something that grabs my attention and looks like a sermon I could get energized about. Found a couple of options that I'll cogitate on over the next couple of days. But at some point what my older brother calls "the inspiration of desperation" takes over.

It's now 6:30. I worked on Sally most of the day. I *think* I've got the best solution possible for the carpet issue. When Pam gets home I'll ask her opinion about putting some seam tape on the patch I made. It might look better without.
I also applied some body compound to the dent on the trunk lid. Tomorrow afternoon I'll sand it and, if that doesn't take too long, get a couple coats of primer on.

It looks like Pam is going back to MI again. (Heavy sigh.) Her older brother and wife are going to be there from Denver for a family event and if she goes back it will be the first time in years all three of the kids have been together with their mom. At the rate she's failing (dementia?) it may be the last opportunity for a meaningful visit involving all three of them. Also, there are some issues related to her mom's care that need to be discussed and that's best done in person.
Middle of June.
The whole situation is A) difficult, and B) increasingly common with parents living long into their senior years. (Her mom is 96.)

Time for another cup of coffee, a walnut square or three, and a review of my slides for tomorrow morning. We're covering the intertestamental period, something most people know very little about. I might also work on m slides for Tuesday night's lesson on historical theology.

Hasta mañana.