"I have a mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it." - Groucho Marx

By tomorrow, when Joe Biden joins the group, we'll have 21 Dem candidates for their nomination. Just as a reference point, an NBA team can carry a max of 15 players and a MLB team is capped at 25.
They've set minimum requirements for a candidate to be invited to the debates, including money raised and the number states from which it comes. That's going to be a problem for Ralph Schmuckowitz, the mayor of Big Sandy, Montana, who declared last Thursday. However, he's running on a platform that calls for free everything for everyone, so he may get traction with the Dem base.

I went for a run this afternoon, my first since last September when I messed up my back. I only did 1.5 miles and was thoroughly winded, but it's a start. I've already determined I WILL do the Scandia Run 5k in August and WILL set a PR.

I cleaned the chicken coop this afternoon. That wouldn't normally be noteworthy except I've got some kind of problem with their waterer that has it leaking and creating a muddy and truly foul mess. (See what I did there?) Standing water and chicken poop is not a good combination. The thing is, this waterer has no moving parts and no holes so I canNOT figure out why it's leaking. It's a puzzlement.
But for now the floor is free of puddles. If there's standing water tomorrow I'll have to either replace the waterer or come up with some kind of catch basin for the water that comes out.

In my class Sunday I'll do the intro for the book of Daniel. I'm looking forward to that because it's a fascinating book. The first half is narrative and the second part is visions and prophecies.
Sunday night I'm subbing for Brett at the Oregon State Penitentiary where UFC does the chapel service twice a month. It's in Salem, 90 minutes away, so the whole thing takes almost 5 hours but I always come home grateful for the experience. Fascinating, and they are an engaged and attentive group. The first time I went I was scared I'd do or say something wrong and end up in a Shawshank scenario. Nope. I think I've preached in churches where I was in greater danger from mean crazies.
Note: I pastored a church where a full 10% of the congregation was on psycho-therapeutic drugs. Yeah, the was fun.

I am SO ready to be done with this wound on my back. The dressing has to be changed every 24 hours and in between it's sometimes painful, sometimes irritating, and sometimes the cause of a mess on my shirt because it oozes through the bandage. They want it to heal "from the inside out" so the bandage has to be smeared with petroleum jelly to keep the site from drying out, scabbing over, and getting better (to my mind). I get the staples out next Monday afternoon and I'm assuming that will mark the beginning of the end.

Tough day all around. At church some of the expected glitches that come with a relatively large organization. Communication sometimes breaks down, people get exercised, challenging situations....
At home Pam and I have been working an issue that has been challenging and stressful. I think we're on the other side of it and I'm glad for that.
Tomorrow's a new day that promises to be better all around.