Rats!

Things continue to tumble end over end. I am thankful I am not an astronaut or a race car driver. We continue to search for our groove. We had better find it quick, I am already tired.

I awoke and found bales. Hundreds of them. On trailers, on the ground, all around. What in the world went on during the night. Apparently the rookie truckers were lulled by the previous few days when Bertha was humming. Last night she belted it out! The only thing worse than what she did would be to begin to yodel! The hills are alive with the lines of cotton bales, with fabric that they want to be woven into!

It took all day long, until after dark for the reinforcements to catch us up where we could get all the bales off the ground and onto trailers. The GM couldn't resist a couple of gigs about now the shoe was on the other foot.

My rogue seed truck driver called me this morning to tell me what he was doing. That was his first mistake. I will tell him what he is doing. I did the most complete and final rip of this guys backside short of terminating him. One more miscue and he is on the shoulder of the road looking for a ride.

Father I need relief. Bless those near and dear who are in need of YOUR gifts. Bless us oh LORD and expand us!