So much for that quasi-promise. Pete will be gone ALL day tomorrow...but I've got to be careful how loudly I complain, I guess.
One of our elders' wives called Pete at lunchtime and made him an offer he couldn't refuse. He and Jon are getting their extra tickets to the U. of Alabama home game tomorrow. I'm THRILLED for him, but.....
I'm staying here. Again. Trying to get caught up on planning, cleaning, preparing for a potluck, and resting (HAAAHAAAAAHAAAA!!!!!). And part of my planning is figuring how to stretch $400 for three weeks. Ouch. Ah, yes, and I've got that telltale scratchy throat and the odd sneezing fits that tell me there's a cold coming on.
Did I pray for patience? Oh, I get it. This is when I start that big-time study on contentment and a meek, quiet spirit. Got it, Lord. Loud and clear.