Last week I was joking in the office. People were telling me how much they liked last Sunday and the memorial service. I said, "Yes, and you expect me to do it again on Sunday." Several people suggested I pull a sermon from the file, but I don't work that way. One of the men said, "Well, hey, two out of three is pretty good, don't worry about it."
This morning after worship he walked by as I was talking to someone. He didn't stop, but as he passed me he said, "Three for three." I called my thanks after him while everyone else looked puzzled.
I'm still tired, but I'm recovering. Tomorrow morning I'll start walking at 6:00 again. I signed up to work at the concession booth for next Saturday's football game. I recruited a member to pick up Daughter for worship next Sunday. I don't want to deal with her after the game.
She did pretty well while she was here. Last night, though, she got up and ate a banana. She felt guilty this morning, and when she feels guilty, she gets ugly. She spent the morning growling at me. I asked her if the banana was worth it, because she sure did sound miserable.
I think this week will be quieter. I hope it will be. I told Administrative Assistant that we are going to lunch Tuesday to celebrate surviving the past 3 weeks. She thought that was a good idea. She also told me she has been summoned to jury duty in October. It's still September, so I'm not going to think about it yet....