Mercury Falling (life is what happens between blogs)

What night. Shortly after I posted the evening blog, Krist came in, shaky from the vomit-situation. Aren't we all a bit shook up by the vomit-situation?

So, she wants to take her temperature. No problem. I hand her the thermometer and head back to her bathroom to fulfill my husbandly-responsibility of cleaning "the area." Got a bit shook up myself and walked back in. Took the thermometer from Krist as she bolts for the bathroom once more. That's when I dropped the thermometer to the floor where it shattered.

Yeah.

So, in the back of the house, my wife is puking her guts out while I'm trying to fashion a homemade haz-mat suit to pick up lethal chemicals running around the kitchen floor. I'm not sure, but it might have been the most stressfull night of my life. In addition to the mercury and the first of 12 episodes of regurgitation, there was also a midnight Wal-Mart run. Finally collapsed into bed at around 1:00. Somewhere near 2:30, Krist calls for me. I stand up to help her. In the process, I slam my pinky toe into one of the legs of the bed post.

Yeah.

Friend, maybe it was the stress of the night, but I cried. I haven't hurt that bad in a long time. If ever.

Jonah woke up at 5:30 and therefore, so did I. I limped in and tried to get him back to sleep. We were out the door by 7:30 headed for the family reunion. It was good - cold outside, but good. The best part was my parents giving me the key to their cabin there on the lake and letting me sleep for a couple hours while they watched Jonah. Awesome.

We left around 2:45 (after some homemade ice cream - vanilla w/ butterfinger!) Jonah fell asleep and napped for about thirty minutes. Got home around 4, played water guns, then popped in The Incredibles while Dad went and utilized some Chick-Fil-A coupons for Jonah's supper. Luckily, there were chicken strips left over, so I got a sandwhich out of the deal. Jonah and Krist laid on the couch while I ate and soaked my bloody mass of pinky toe.

Yeah.

We watched some of Disc 2 of Incredibles (funny stuff,) then put Jonah in the bath. For some reason, he wanted me to run the water non-stop. Guess he wanted to do a waterfall type thing. I said no. A fit ensued. In fact, the fit lasted through the washing of the child and into the donning of pajamas. By the brushing of the teeth, he had calmed down enough.

He's in bed, exhausted. Krist is reading some instructions on the back of some medicine that Mark called in for her while her bath running. I'm blogging until the kid is out so I can walk some. Tomorrow is the official back-to-work day for me. Even though, it's Sunday, I'm actually going to have to think about working and remembering stuff and doing what I get paid to do. In this particular case, it's worship, but it applies either way.

So thanks for reading my vacation blogs...I've enjoyed such consistent, specific blogging. And if you blog and often have those days where you want to but have nothing to say....just recount every last, boring detail of your day!

u2...november 1...dallas, tx

Vacation: Day 5 (The Longest Blog Ever)

Wrights were up just before 8. Dad pulled another all-nigher (well, 2:30am at least.)

I finished all three of the songs I've been working on. I even worked out specific arrangements of them. I'm not sure where I'll use them. I might debut a couple at the Identity Theft retreat in Sanger.
Family got dressed, I checked email. There's all sorts of confusion happening about our upcoming Senior Sunday, so I messed around and tried to wade through the miscommunication.

Then we all piled in the car and headed to town. It was a busy trip.
1. Pick up paycheck
2. Go to the bank
3. Grocery shopping at Wal Mart
4. Take library books back (we are so intellectual)
5. Pay Target bill

By the time we got done w/ Target, Jonah was a screaming mass and I can't say as I blame him. It was stressful morning for me and I did not handle it well. I'm sleep deprived and exhausted for this week. I have had so much fun with the family but today I just got a little overwhelmed.

Came home, laid around and tried to watch an episode of "Eyes," that Krist taped for me a couple of days ago. It would be so much cooler to say "watched "Eyes" on the TiVo, but I'm behind on that particular trend. (And many others, no doubt.)

Napped a bit. Jonah woke up. Lately, he has been totally consumed w/ Darth Vader. Old Anakin is everywhere these days, you know. So we dug up Star Wars and introduced the little guy to the wondrous world of George Lucas. I'm talking old school man - none of that reformatted DVD crap w/ new effects. Nah, man. This was a battered VHS that demands "tracking" every time you play it!

After that, Jonah and I played, then he bathed and went to bed. Krist and I got into a fight. I was really in a bad mood and lost my temper.

I ran to the church to get some of my t-shirts that I left there. (I do a lot of stripping in worship.) Right before I left, Kristen called and told me to get home. She's sick. As a matter of fact, she threw up about six minutes ago. Nasty.

So, vacation is over, which is good for the blog, because now I can spend time on some more random stuff that's been rolling through my head. I thought it would be nice to documents my days as specifically as possible.

I'm such a freak.

Vacation: Day 4

Slept until sometime shortly after 7. Stayed up until 2am again working on stuff (From the Editor for May wn and a review of the new Passion record for June.)

The plan was for Krist to work a couple of hours while I watched Jonah. Luckily, we have been vomit-free for about 24 hours, so he was feeling a little better. However, just before Krist left, the impending boredom got the best of us so we threw on clothes and rode with her. We stopped by the courthouse to pick up my check, which was eventful. I got the check okay, but apparently there was some serious confrontational meeting going on in the boss' office. I'm pretty sure it had to do w/ some shifting of office responsibilities a few months ago. Can't wait to get back!

We dropped her off and began our search for adventure. We went to the local museum. I haven't been in a couple of years, although the last time I went, I took Jonah with me. He's still way too young to like it, but I like the idea of at least giving him consistent chances to experience art in various forms. After the museum, we hit the mall - his request, not mine. We hung out at Tilt (baloon cage, ball pit and one game of Silent Scope.) As much as I hate to admit it, this kid is his father's son. He wants to play everything that has guns on it.

Then we went to Wal Mart so I could check out the MUVO mp3 player. I plan on buying one soon to start holding my stuff. For some reason, the team at church just doesn't have very good recall. As long as I'm doing a song consistently, they're fine, but if we go a few weeks or months w/o doing a song, I have to dig up the CD to remind them of how it goes. The mp3 player would be really handy for situations like that. We cruised the toys (still fun for me,) looked at the fish and then headed off to pick up Mom.

Picked up a pizza on the way home, ate, then put Jonah down for nap. I took a mondo afternoon nap - the kind that you wake up from feeling like you've inhaled a couple of bottles of NyQuil. Sweet.

We laid around, gave Jonah a bath, then made a quick Sonic run for milkshakes. Pizza for lunch, milkshakes for supper. Sounds like vacation to me.

Jonah just went to sleep so I'm documenting my day before execerise.

I'm excited about the weekend because Clay and will get to hang out Sunday night with the new associate, Mike Tyson. (Insert joke here . . .)

One final thing, Justin Romack now has a blog. What have I started?

Vacation: Day 3

Me and the crew woke up around 8. I stayed up until 2:00am this morning. My original plan had been to put Krist to bed and then hit the treadmill. After talking, praying and just hanging out, Krist was out by 11:00. I came in to put on my shoes and turned on the TV. PBS was running this documentary on the Ramones and I totally got hooked. I don't even like the Ramones! Ended up on the treadmill somewhere around 12:30.

We all got ready and took Krist to work. She was going to put in a few hours to make up for her lost day yesterday. Jonah and I walked around the place. We looked at Billy's donkeys and walked around the pond.

Then the Wright boys drove out to PaPa's and GiGi's to return PaPa's weedeater. That turned into an hour-and-a-half project where Todd was drafted to help load tables and boxes for the upcoming family reunion. Uggh. Not looking forward to that, by the way.

GiGi cooked us lunch and we picked up Mom from work. Grabbed Jonah a lil' Chic-Fil-A and headed to the house. He went down for a nap around 2 and so did Dad. Krist and I hung out til' about 4. Jonah wakes up and then proceeds to throw up all over Kristen. Fun.

So, we've spent the evening hours cleaning throw-up, pumping him full of Sprite, calling any family members who have had contact with him over the last few hours.

On the whole, a good day. I am hitting that "mid-week-vacation-at-home" thing. You know, where you still have a lot of time and nothing to do? Tomorrow was supposed to be a day where I could just go do what I wanted, but I think I'll be playing nurse tomorrow. Oh well, life is full of surprises.

Few upsetting facets of my life...
1. Clay Walker has a blog. Not a very good one, but, a blog nonetheless.
2. Jonah's new favorite song is "No One Like You" by David Crowder.
3. Todd's new favorite song is "No One Like You" by David Crowder.

I've got this really cool spiritual analogy of worship that just hit me, but I haven't formulated it yet. Don't know if to throw it on the blog or put it on worshipnotes. Heck, why not do both.

Vacation: Day 2

The Wrights made it up around 7:30 this morning. Jonah started his day w/ his standard plea...

Daddy, can we play?

But today is school day, so we all start getting ready. My mom bought Jonah "The Incredicbles" on DVD, so now that's replacing Sesame Street as morning fare.

Krist and I had decided to use Jonah's school day as our chance to just hang out. So we get back in the car and do the what do you want to do/I don't know what do you want to do thing. We gassed up the Taurus and hit the road.

Looked in a subdivision for any houses for sale, took some books to the library and then called Clay to grab some lunch. (If I ever get hired full-time at FMC, I need to be very far away from Clay. We would do nothing. We'd have a blast, but do nothing.)

Chili's - bacon cheeseburger / water / molten chocolate cake...mmmm

Picked up Jonah, came home and chilled out, went to the park, then played video games at the church. Home was waffles for supper. Jonah typed on the laptop and I watched TV Game Show's Wackiest Moments or something like that. It's strange how much I enjoyed that.

Jonah's in the sack and I'm destined for more walking in place. I need to finish some songs. They've got promise, but I need to let Krist hear them. Also need to right my Editor thing for May worshipnotes. Plus, I think I'm going turn my June CD review into this large-sweeping indictment of the Passion/six steps organization. I better watch it. Louie Giglio might have me whacked. Doesn't the name Louie Giglio sound like a mafia don?

Vacation: Day 1

Spoke at the Wesley today. It was really good. I was actually funny. I felt pretty confident and calm. Maybe it was Clay.

See, before I left, Krist mentioned that she and Jonah might just go to Nac w/ me. They would hang out at McDonald's or whatever and then pick me up when I finished. She said it was so we could "be together," but I think Marble Slab had something to do with it.

We load up and I stop at the church to print off my notes. Clay was there and asked me what I was doing. I told him and he said,
"I wanna' go."

I told him I had the family but that he could ride in the back. Apparently it was a slow day because he ran out of there like he was competing in the Jack Rabbitt Olympics.

Holy crap! Did I just say "Jack Rabbitt Olympics?" What am I now, an old sharecropper?

Anyway the lunch was good, then we all went to Marble Slab. Clay had accidentally forgot his wallet, so we bought the big teddy bear a cookies and cream and I spanked Jonah in the bathroom. (He wanted vanilla. We got chocolate.)

Came home. Krist is rocking Jonah right now. I'm hoping for an afternoon nap or a nice leisurely walk around the 'hood.

Blah Blah Blog

Today's Set
Praise Adonai (Baloche)
You Are Welcome Here (Foote)
Great Is Your Love (King)
My Lips Will Sing (Wright)
Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus (whoever wrote that one)
I Could Sing of Your Love Forever (Smith)

Good set. Even w/ the early morning practice! It's well known that I hate the early morning practice, but I sure like having a free nite during the week. Mmmmm.....perhaps.

Mike Tyson, our new incoming associate, called me tonight. I'm really excited. He really wants to approach the service planning from a team approach, including him, me, Clay and other related service staff. He said he'd like to plan services a month in advance. It will meet a bit more time away from home due to the weekly meeting, but I've wanted to be a part of team planning for so long, I'm ready! He also wants to assess the previous service each week, which I've also wanted for so long.

We went to the church-wide fellowship tonight at the bowling alley. From a staff perspective, I can look at the event and claim it a success. However, as a member of the church family, it was really depressing. Krist and I don't connect w/ anybody. It may seem strange to talk about how excited I am in the paragraph above and now talk about not connecting, but nothing about my life has ever been simple. Why start now?

The Nervous Prophet

Jonah and I went to the playground this morning. He calls it "all slides," and in fact, they do have a lot of slides. We head home, stop by the grocery for a can of icing for cupcakes (I love my wife.) Grab a couple of Icee's for the road (I love my life) and get back to Brenda street. As we turn it, I see this nicely dressed lady in her mid-30's knocking on the door of one of our neighbors. She had a little boy with her who looked to be about 7. He was wearing a tie. A seven year-old. That's when it hit me. Jehovah's Witness.

So we came home and I waited for the knock at our own door. It came.

I opened the side door, but they were at the front. I make it to the front door just as one of them heads around the house to the garage side. Very awkward.

So there's one guy at the front door and the other one now making his way back to me. Apparently the guy traipsing around the yard was the point-man, because the guy standing there at the door didn't say anything. He just waited until the guy came back around.

Point-man was nervous. I mean, the shaking hands, shifty eyes and a nervous chuckle that made wonder if there are any bullets in that gun we keep down the hall. He gets going though, and once he hits his text, he's okay. He pulls out a Bible. It says "Holy Bible," but there was some other text below it that he always had covered up. Awkward.
Then he asks me to read a scripture. Aloud.

So I stabbed him in the face.

We know how this goes, right? I mean, I've got two options.
#1. Stand up for my faith. Debate, discuss, pull out my Bible or better yet, some Southern Gospel lyrics. (Why must I continually throw in these random things in vain attempt at humor?)
#2. Be nice. Take the magazine, say I'll look it over. Maybe offer him a soft drink. (All we had was a two-liter of Diet Coke, so that would have been really uncomfortable to pour them a couple of glasses and stand there while they drank it, right?)

I was nice. I thanked him, the whole thing.
But here's the deal . . .
He believes in something. So do I.
The difference is that I feel pretty confident that I'm not going to convince to play for my team. Does he really think I'm going to choose to play for his? So here's the question for ALL of my readers...

Is evangelism really as pretentious as it seems when you're on the other side of it?

Friday Nite . . . Life

My grandparents watched Jonah tonight while Krist and I went out. We met the Fullens at Cattle Company and then hung out at Starbucks in "the soft chairs." I'm almost thirty, so I guess ending my dates in a coffee shop is par for the course. Now all I need is pseudo-hip jeans, thinning/graying hair and a pair of worn-out New Balances and I'm good to go.

Blogging is a strange thing, because it's so unpredictable. Like the waitress at our table tonight. You think she's given one thought to the possiblity that she might be named or discussed on the world-wide web? Or what about Jason or Rachel Fullen? They're sitting across from me and we're talking and having good old Christian fellowship - they aren't censoring anything they say for fear that I'll be typing it up three hours later. (Maybe they should be, though.)

It does sorta' say something about impact, though, doesn't it? Blogging takes the patchwork design of a given day and judges it against the template of one's life. Blogging reminds me that I impact (and I am impacted) constantly. At the end of each day, we are great evidence in the field of spiritual forensics - the words and deeds of those around us, perhaps even those unknown to us, mark us like so much DNA. We are "printed" daily by the experiences around us.

Journaling - here on a free web site, scratched into a flappy spiral or cursived in a little pink diary - says not so much about what's been done to me, but rather what I am capable of doing to others.

So, if you're bloggin about me tonight, so be it. I could say that I hope it's good, but that's not right.

Hope I was good.

Rock The Wesley 2005

Played the Wesley. Ate at Clear Springs. Pint of Marble Slab's Double Dark Chocolate w/ Heath Bar.

Wesley Set
Lifted Hands (Keyes)
Praise Adonai (Baloche)
Love Me Like You Do (Keller)
Step by Step (Beaker)
Holy is the Lord (Tomlin/Reeves)
My Lips Will Sing (Wright)

Worship at the Wesley was good. We got there about six, so that gave us about 40 minutes to sound-check/practice. I have to say that it came off really well for four guys who hadn't rehearsed the songs. Ryan did a lot more rhythm on electric, which I was hoping for. The sound system was really pretty bad, so I think that hindered us a bit.

Since I don't lead at the Wesley, I couldn't very well judge the response. Angela (Justin's girlfriend) said the response was good. I trust her to tell me the truth.
Once again, I see that the whole travelling thing is not for me. I like hanging out w/ my guys and playing worship, but I like knowing my crowd.

I'm not very pastoral, but I just think worship is so much better when the leader knows the people. I'm still not Mr. Relational, but I can't deny that committing to a place to lead is the way to go.

Now, that Wesley is done, I'll try to finish up some writing. Also need to start working on Sanger retreat/Senior Sunday stuff.

Let the River Flow

Went to the monthly "church council" meeting. I'm sort of required to go. Let me tell ya', it's a non-stop party.

Came home after the meeting and ate a couple of corn dogs, then headed outside for a water gun fight w/ Jonah. Big problem - the guns don't work anymore. They were those cheap dollar-store versions of water guns. You would have thought I had killed our cat or something - Jonah went crazy.

So, I tell Kristen that we're heading on a gun-run. So we pile in the car, head to Target and start looking. Oh, man, I was so tempted to spend thirty bucks on two giant super soakers. We got a couple more $.99 ones.

Came back home and had a blast chasing Jonah and laughing. What a way to spend a Tuesday.

today's set
All the Earth (Baloche - radio mix)
Great and Glorious (Smith)
Praise the Lord (King)
Here I Am (Bleeker)
Lay It Down (Lubben)

Strange set today. Drums experimented a bit too much w/ "All the Earth" and it turned into something very different from what we practiced. "Great and Glorious" transition to "Praise the Lord" was good. But the flow to "Here I Am" fell apart. I think the electric guitarist and I started as intended, but I think everybody else was standing there completely bewildered.

I think we're hitting a new, more difficult, phase as a worship band. I told the team Thursday that I feel that we're okay as far as proficiency (for what we want to happen,) but we need to work on feel. In fact, I recorded a live mix of the service today to here our flow. It wasn't a perfect mix, but it would be nice to archive this stuff.

As much as I hate to, I think I'm going to have to lock back in to some more structured orders for the songs. Freestyling seems to be something that we're not ready for. I don't like it, because I'd love more freedom in worship, but I do think I need to be considerate of the team. I don't think they're going to enjoy playing if they feel like they have no idea where we're going.

I lead worship at the Wesley Foundation this Wednesday in Nacogdoches. I'll play w/ Justin Romack, Chris Caraway and Ryan Finnerud. We're not going to practice - just run some stuff in the sound check. Yikes! Should be interesting....and possibly good.

Got a couple of things I'm writing that I like. I've been working on one called "Words Fall Short" for about a month. I don't know if its ready. I need to play it for some folks and see what they think. The other I called "We Love Your Word." That title will probably change before its done, but I like it. I've dropped it a few steps to make it more conversational. I've had the verses since last year, but just figured out what I want the chorus to do. Neither tune is finished - I'm trying to take plenty of time to make them as strong as they can be. I thought I'd write something for the retreat I'm doing in May, but I think I've already got a couple that fit the theme of the weekend.

Days Like This for Guys Like Me

I wonder if my dad ever had days like this. Days where I'm going outside to mow the yard and there's a cool breeze and the perfect amount of sunshine. Days where the neighbor kids ride their bikes slowly up and down the street and eat popsicles. Days where people roll down the windows in the car and drive to their location at about 30 miles and hour.

I think days like this are good for guys like me. Guys like me tend to dream big. We're often too busy imaginging up the next new song or video or story to appreciate such "temporal" things as kids on bikes and summer days and grape popsicles. We get too busy thinking about Leonard Sweet or John Elderidge or C.S. Lewis or Chesterton or Springsteen or David Crowder. We get too busy playing out every second of the next big project - whether it's leading a worship service, teaching a class or meeting a new co-worker.

We spend hours on hours at our jobs (enjoying it, hopefully) with the goal in mind - get through the day.
Guys like me who lead worship or preach or work at a school or manage an office go to the job so we can finish the job. When we finish the job - ah, what a sense of completion. We head home with the sense of a job well done, to spend time with our family and relax. Then we get home and spend our reclining hours thinking about the next day.

But not today. Today I stepped outside and thought,
"This is enough."
This neighborhood, this town, this place where God has me - for however long He wants - is enough.

up late blogging...i'm so hip

check it out. i'm blogging all lower case. cool. poetic. maybe i'll blog with no punctuation how bout that would that be cool ormaybei'llusepunctuation,exceptjustrunmywordstogetherlikethis.
yeah.ilikethis.itseemssorushed.i'mtoobusyforthespacebar!

You know, I'm not the first guy to blog. I understand that I'm one of the last guys on the planet to start typing these "journal-istic" things on the web. However, I am the first in my circle of friends, and I have yet to receive in credit for it. And in his trademark style, Robert Conn has once again cashed in on an idea of mine. Todd has a blog? Well, guess what? Rob has one too. Todd likes the maroon template w/ grey background? Robert has that one, too.

It gets worse. I'm typing great thoughts on worship, church culture, shopping for Easter clothes, philosophical approaches to the lenten season, and do I get any comments? NO. Well, I did get one from this genius who thought it was so funny to complain that a Christian used the word "dang." Rob is throwing pictures of dogs on his, silly little things about how he can't get his child to mind (Watch some S.M.Davis already,man) and he's getting comments from MY OWN HOMETOWN!

So here it is. I've changed the look of my blog. And I hereby publicly request that a one Robert Conn dedicate on whole blog to my genius.

Now, he will dedicated a blog to me. But I'm sure it will be some witty stuff dripping w/ sarcasm that will obviously slam me.

Go ahead, Rob. Do your worst! I guess my hometown will comment on that, too!

U2....October 30th.

Just Another Day

This Morning's Set
Arise (Baloche)
All I Want to Do (Heaslip)
Here I Am (Bleeker)

Piano was a little unsure about starting alone. I should have run "All I Want" straight into "Here I Am" at rehearsal. I didn't...but live I just played the introduction. If I would have spent a little time working that, it might not have seemed so choppy.

2 other observations....
DO NOT watch Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow.
Check out a new Christian band called "Flyleaf." They scare me. (And make me laugh.)

The Times They are A ...Nevermind

Mac, our Associate Pastor (and the preacher at the service where I lead) is moving. He got a call from a really cool church and that opportunity was too good to pass up.
I think it will be a good move for all involved. There were some pretty intense conflicts when he first arrived. Most of those conflicts have been resolved, but unfortunately it took its toll on everybody.

They'll announce the move in the service tomorrow. It'll be interesting to see how it goes.

U2. October 28th.

God is Doin' a Nu Thang

Here's what bugs me about watching TBN - why is God always "about" to bring us into a wealthy place? Why is every sermon based on the idea that the hard times are over and that our Spirits are leaping within us because He's about to drop life changing revelation into our lives.

What if the hard times are just beginning? Why is it that I never see a preacher on TBN exploring the nature of suffering and how we continue to honor God in the midst of it. It seems to me that the TBN theology of suffering is simple. You get through suffering by knowing that it will end. And it will. I think God's Word is very clear that when we meet Him in the Palaces of His Eternal Home, all suffering will end. But that's not what these TBN guys are talking about. They want me to endure the suffering because in a matter of days and months or (heaven forbid) years, the suffering will be over and I will be dancing for joy.

Great! It's gonna' be over! Fantastic! But what if it comes back? TBN doesn't like suffering. It's not good TV, I guess. But the fact is that suffering is a part of life, and when we finally realize that the Father's wisdom is higher than our own, then we are content with where He wants us to be.

I have to be aware that I may suffer until my dying day. But if I am faithful and sincerely joyful in that awareness, then my life is speaking of the great faithfullness of God. I have seen His wisdom and providence so much that I know He is still good in the midst of suffering.

But I guess the "new day" sermon is a great segue to the "send money" plea.

That's What I Love about Sundays

Today's Set
Praise Adonai (Baloche)
Step by Step (Beaker)
Given To Me (Wright)
Holy Is the Lord (Tomlin/Reeves)
Offering (Baloche)
Step by Step (Reprise)

Everybody I know really digs the summer version of Daylight Savings Time. They like more sunlight in the evening. That's good, I guess, but anything the deprives me of sleep is a bad thing in my book. (It's strange - I love sleep, I just don't do that much of it.)

That being said, the family and I slept rather late this morning. Luckily, I didn't have any morning rehearsal at the church. I don't know who ever had the idea of early rehearsal on Sunday mornings, but if I meet that guy, it's on.
So I'm rested, relaxed and generally stress-free today, except I spent twenty years under the roof of A.W. Wright, and in the Wright house, Sunday afternoon's were for naps.

Now, valuable time I could spend exercising, practicing tonight's set, watching TV, reading or catching up on housework is taken up by a two-hour nap. I wake up late for practice, groggy, and overall grumpy.

I resolve not to nap today. It will not happen. It . . . (yawn) won't (yawn) happen to

To Be Announced

Watched "The Incredibles" last night. Don't know if it's right for a grown man to enjoy an animated film as much as I did, but it was pretty good.

Perfect Saturday day - slept a little late, went to the mall, saw Jonah's grandparents, ate chocolate chip cookies.

No word yet from Garland or Grace Community.