"You can fool too many people too much of the time." - James Thurber

From friend Sue.

We're between games. If somebody had to win that first one I'm glad it was the Broncos. I'll be pleasantly surprised if the Cards come out on top, but low expectations mean minor disappointment.
In between I've been watching matches from the Australian Open. Good stuff.

We're looking at the very real possibility of three consecutive days without rain. That hasn't happened in at least a month, maybe two. I plan to make good use of the clear weather.

I'm struggling with the music at the church we attend. Every Sunday we stand and sing four or five songs in a row. This morning the opening song was slightly up-tempo, but I think that may have been a first; the standard is  less than 70 bpm, introspective, and pensive. Where's the joy? the enthusiasm? the energy?
And I can't figure out the lyrics.
What is this song about?
And this? (never mind the repetition)
I stand there wondering if the problem is my age. This congregation is loaded with students from the nearby Christian college, and most of the rest are in their late 20's to early 30's. Is that demographic inclined to contemplation and meditation over joy and energy?
I've never been described as effusive or demonstrative, but I miss the energy of worship at Pathway, even if it was other people doing the clapping. I miss having a smile on my face at the end of a song.

We're just about to the end of the first quarter and this game is going like I expected. Maybe if I give them my full attention...