A (sort of) quiet morning
and I went out last night with friends we originally met through Walk to Emmaus. We had a fine dinner at Jack Quinn's in Covington. But it made a late evening for me on top of a long and stressful day.
I took siege
to the bus station for an out-of-town trip. He was late getting ready (as usual), so I was hustling to get him to the station on time. My gas gauge was riding the Big Red E, so reluctantly I pulled over in Cincy to get gas. My engine had been running rough, so I bought premium. The attendant offered to check my oil -- who does that, nowadays? -- so I said yes. Turns out I was three quarts low.
Yikes! Gotta get THAT checked out this week. Oh, and the bill was $55 for a fillup and 3Qt oil. I had, like, ten bucks on me, so I just threw it onto the ol' credit card and ran down the road. Got my passenger to the station with only minutes to spare. Returned home, where my telephone rang all day, with one thing and another.
So this morning, I got up early and I've been piddling around in my scivvies. Called the Bloomington DS first thing and filled his ear RE: housing at Yonder UMC. My predecessor is quite the fast-talking, no-problem, just-how-it-is kind of guy to talk to. So I made sure the DS understood what I
thought about moving twice in six months: that's crazy. I may eventually have to do it, but before I get on the scene and have to deal with whatever deal's been cooked, I figured I'd better let the boss know that I do
have something to say about this.
So we still
don't know what our address will be, nor much else. The insanity continues. Pray for us.
Gotta mow the front lawn today and hassle around the church office for an hour. Then we have the rest of the day to blow, just the two of us (oh, yeah -- and the animules).