Welp, back at it again. A full week before us.

My Sunday seemed to work off the script. It was a pretty good day, just a couple of variations. I did the church, SS deal. It was good to see the crew in class. This group has become a very special circle. We continue to be short in numbers as different ones have been absent off and on. We currently are using a book for our study. The Way of the Heart. We finished chapter One yesterday. The furnace of solitude. I don't volunteer or participate too much in class, but I guess class is achieving its intent if I am still mulling over the materials hours afterwards.

I am kind of suckin' air at church. I am having a difficult time finding my groove. I do enjoy it much more when Krl is up to going.

When I returned home I went straight to my closet, and changed back into my yard clothes, took just a little time to ingest some liquids and went out the door. The heat isn't bad but man the humidity it tough! I finished the back yard, put away all the equipment and then I began working on the pool. Krl brought me some water and I took a break and we discussed some yard possibilities. Replacing the hot tub, getting rid of the play house, and building an outdoor kitchen. These were the main topics that we bounced off each other. Surprisingly, since the rain has dissipated the pool has improved. The clarity was excellent until I turned the autovac loose. That may be an all day sucker because as it moves about vacuuming it still stirs things up. When I finally completed the pool I came inside, totally drenched. I went directly to the utility room and disrobed. I grabbed a shower, found my comfy clothes got me something to drink and headed to the living room. Krl was working trying to finish up the final draft of our big project. I got a little too comfortable on the couch and dozed off. (This makes it two days in a row for this.) Krl is concerned because she has never seen me sleep for extended periods during daylight hours. She figures I am getting sick. I think I may be over the limit and just worn out.

Late in the afternoon the door bell rang. It was my personal parts person delivering me an accumulator for the S-10 pickup. While I feel that the compressor failure was bearing and clutch related I would rather be safe than sorry. Now I have all the parts. I plan on taking the little truck to the company shop at work and there I will replace the pieces but not before flushing the system. Then I will pull a vacuum, check for leaks and if all is well charge the system with freon. If any of you need a good parts person let me know, this one delivered my part fifty miles!

As an added plus, my personal parts person brought my brother-in-law Hag with her. Gosh I miss these guys. We had a pretty good visit. We discussed a lot of stuff. His farming, business, Chris and his schooling, and Kyle Patrick Henry. About the only thing we didn't discuss was Steph's upcoming wedding (December 31). Pat and Hag had put Kyle on a plane. He is going to spend some time with Steph. I bet he sure feels special! It's been too long since we had one of these low key visits.

Hag did report that Verlin is grouchy. That should mean that he is doing well.

Krl has a friend who forwards e-mail attachments. I have decided it is one of the things I am going to have to suffer through since Krl and I share a computer at home. Most of the "forwards" concern prayer chains, morale boosters for the military and such, but one of the frequent subjects seems to be Jane Fonda. The most recent of these was an article by Oliver North about Hanoi Jane becoming Jihadist Jane. Personally I have always liked Jane, regardless of whether I agree or disagree with her politics (I always liked Henry, her father). I too, disagree with war if it doesn't meet a few requirements. It must be a last resort (not a tool to be used for re-election). It must be supported by evidence. There should be a viable plan of battle. It must be entered into with the commitment to get in and get the job done. I am concerned that Iraq could be the new Vietnam. Sometimes I fear that Afghanistan and Iraq are just perverted entertainment for Dumbya. Excuse me, I meant Dubya.

I have to do a sworn affidavit today. I really hate short strings. I received the notice Saturday and it must be returned and in their hands by the third. Take out mail time and I have a one day project. Jerks. It may take me more than a day to tell all I know!

Lets have dinner for breakfast. Breakfast for dinner. A Thursday for a Monday!

FATHER take this day and mold it. Use me as YOU see fit. Keep me centered. I ask for YOUR wisdom and guidance. Help me to be a good worker, considerate of others, productive, professional and above all, may YOU be reflected in all I do. I continue to thank YOU for Krl and I ask YOUR continued healing and care for her. I lift up Addie, Memama, Pepa, Hag, B., Lillie, Aimee, Jennifer, Ashlyn Kate, Jess, Dr. Mackie, Jeanine, Verlin, and S.T., for YOUR gifts of healing. I pray for comfort for those grieving from loss. I pray for those of us who struggle to follow YOU. I pray for our spiritual family and our leaders. I pray for safety for those of our circle who travel this week, I pray for the efforts being made to expand YOUR kingdom. Bless me Oh Lord, and expand my boundaries. Glory, honor and dominion. YOU reign supreme.