Prattling of an Insane Man.

The excitement of solving WORDLE at 4:30 in the morning is unbeatable. Please don’t worry your pretty little head about what that is if you don’t know what it is. I watched a lot of football yesterday, but the season is over now. A good reason to not watch the SuperBowl would be appreciated. I should put this on my blog, and maybe I’ll do so by the end of this sentence.

I went to church yesterday. Not unusual as it was Sunday. For me however, it was the first time in 3 years. I’m going to leave it at that. To much writing is spent solving problems or at least attempting too. Nothing out of the ordinary happened EXCEPT as I was riding the slowest elevator in the world a woman from the continent of Africa asked me if I was insane. I pondered my response just long enough for Mary to come to my rescue and asked the woman what she said. I’m already hard of hearing so I was allowing that to be what was in play here, when I heard the woman ask again, “Are you insane?” I told her I had been in the past but not currently. Mary figured out what she really was asking was “Are you in pain?” Yes, I am always in pain but how did she know? She alluded to the fact I was making just audible sounds that resembled a moan or something. I agreed to the accusation and said what a pleasure it was to meet her.

Mary and I attended the NEW COMERS class after the service, not that we were ‘new comers’. We had been attending up where for some 14 years. Attendance in a ‘New Comers’ class is a pre-requisite for becoming members. There are a couple of reasons why after 14 years we should choose to join the church but suffice it to say, I have to have some place to conduct my funeral when I die, and based on the number of people we know who have died in the last 6 months I’m cognizant of the fact that I am going to be next, soon, (or not so soon) whatever the case may be. Besides, it gives us more opportunity to evangelize ‘our story’ and meeting your wife in prison is always good for intriguing people who live boring lives.

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