personal
- 0530: alarm goes off
- 0532: check of the cancellations page via my iPod touch shows work status as “2 hour delay”
- 0615: grudgingly head out to snowblow the driveway
- 0725: make it back in from clearing the driveway
- 0730: cancellations page says “snow policy in effect” (i.e. you don’t have to come in, but you can) Conflicted as to whether or not I should try to go in.
- 0750: finished with a shower, decided not to go in.
- 0800: work officially closes, sends people home
- 0830: second pot of coffee on, Christmas music playing. AWESOME.
- Warmer weather, finally. high temps in the 70’s for the majority of this week. Woohoo!
- The grill has been retrieved from its exile in the shed and is being prepared for some cooking. We’re gonna use it for the first time this season tomorrow.
- The snowblower has been exiled to the shed, taking the grill’s place.
- We’ve sown grass seed in our annual attempt to get grass to grow under the oak tree on the west side of the house. I will try to be consistent with watering this year and see if we can get something going.
- Softball! We had our first (and probably only) softball practice last night. This morning my throwing elbow is quite sore.
- Monday: 2 miles on the treadmill.
- Tuesday: 1 mile on the treadmill, some weights. I have only recently discovered the bench press, and it’s frightening how little I can press. Something to work on.
- Wednesday: 2 more miles on the treadmill, with a better time than on Monday.
The Power of the Pen
I like writing by hand, and I love the feel of writing with a good pen. In my experience, though, good pens are hard to find.
Several years ago I decided I wanted to give fountain pens a try. While I enjoyed the character that the fountain nib added to my writing, I always had a couple of issues: first, I could never get consistent ink flow through the nib. (Maybe I just wasn’t willing to spend enough on a pen? The Lamy Safari is usually spoken of highly, though.)
Second, my handwriting tends to be small, which means I value thin, precise lines. Not so easy with a fountain pen. (I keep a Pilot Varsity disposable fountain pen around for signing things at work. My signature: not so small.)
Then I found the Uniball Signo gel ink pens, which are awesome. (I prefer the 0.38 mm width.) Unfortunately, they’re not sold directly in the US; I splurge every year or so and order a few from JetPens.com, which imports them from Asia.
Then last week somebody linked to and highly recommended the Parker Jotter ballpoint retractable pen. This little gem is stainless steel, refillable, and a little smaller than your normal sized pen; all winners as far as I was concerned.
Then I found out it was the pen used as James Bond’s exploding pen in Goldeneye, and that sealed the deal. (I’m a sucker for Goldeneye for some reason.) The video here is queued up for maximum clicky-ness. (Unfortunately I was unable to find one that ran long enough to get computer hacker Boris’s final, exultant cry of “I am invincible!”.)
And friends, the pen sounds exactly like that when I click it. Which is awesome. (Come back in a week to find out if I’ve completely annoyed my wife with the clicking yet.)
Happily After All
It’s Memorial Day here in the States, which means we’ve been enjoying a day together as a family. I enjoy days when I get to spend time with my girls - it’s so fun to see the cool people they’re turning into as they get older.
A few random parenting “wins” from today:
Laura, age 8.5, suddenly likes to hang out and play games. She suggested we play Flux (a card game) this morning, and then proceeded to lose gracefully to her younger sister, twice. (This is a much bigger accomplishment than it sounds.)
Addie, age 7, watched a My Little Pony cartoon this morning, then came excitedly to tell me that at the end of the cartoon all the flying ponies had flown across the sun, and that the scene was just like what had happened in the movie E.T. (When our seven year old is picking out classic movie references, we must be doing something right!)
Katie, age 4, was “reading” her Grams a book this afternoon while we were driving in the van. When she got to the end, she meant, I think, to end the story with “they lived happily ever after”, but instead it came out as “happily after all”. The more I think about it, there’s something profound about that ending.
None of us will likely live happily “ever after”; but may we all have the opportunity to live happily after all.
Three careers I could've pursued but didn't
I’m sitting in a hotel room in Florida tonight, bored and needing blogging inspiration. So I hit up twitter. Two minutes later my buddy Geof primes the pump: twitter.com/gfmorris/…
So, three careers I could’ve pursued, but didn’t. Here’s your chance to get to know a little more about me.
Career option #1: musician
My first love has always been music. I’ve played the piano since I was in second grade, play guitar and bass, love classical, jazz, rock, and most stuff in between. One of my greatest joys is playing with a talented group of musicians. There’s an amazing convergence of mental pleasure in playing some piece of music as a part of a group - everybody contributing their own part to make the whole - and an emotional rush from the beauty of the music itself.
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Could I have been this guy? Nah, I could never pull off that haircut.[/caption]
I considered some music options while I was in high school, but never really committed to the idea. I suppose I never really had a good idea about what the heck I would’ve done with it. My dad had been a high school music teacher, but his recommendation was to do something else - something that would be easier to provide for myself and a family. I don’t resent his advice at all or regret heeding it - I’ve got no complaints about where I am now - but sometimes I wonder what alternate path could’ve occurred if instead of going to LeTourneau I’d gone to Belmont to do something music related. I would’ve been there about the time Andy Osenga and Cason Cooley were deciding to quit school to do this band called The Normals, and when Ben Shive was skipping finals to write string arrangements for Andrew Peterson’s Christmas album.
Career Option #2: Pastoral ministry
I’m a bookish, nerdy guy. I like theology. I like to study and wrestle with issues. There was a time in high school when I thought the pastorate was the way to go. Relevant advice I received from two different pastors over the years: “if you can do something else, do it. Only be a pastor if you’re so called to it that you can’t do anything else.”
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In retrospect, it’s probably just as well I didn’t go this route. Though I continue to love theology and exploring my faith, I’m such an introvert that I think the personal aspects of pastoral ministry would completely wear me out. I enjoy the opportunities to be in church leadership in a role as a layman; making a career out of it probably wouldn’t be a good thing.
Career Option #3: OK, this one is a cheat.
I never seriously considered this one as an option, but I’ve idly thought about it as a path I would enjoy following in some alternate universe: I’d like to be a professional baseball umpire.
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I love the game, have a keen enough mind that I might be able to absorb the intricacies of the rulebook, and might just be able to hold my own in making the judgment calls. I might be a little bit tall to be an umpire - most MLB umpires are under 6 feet, making it easier to squat down to call balls and strikes - but maybe I could make it work. I hear the minor league circuit is pretty brutal on umps, though, so it’s not as if it’s a particularly glamorous job, and there aren’t a lot of openings at the top level. Still… it’d be fun.
So thanks, Geof, for the topic. I’ll go peruse twitter now and see if there are any other good ideas floating around there.
What I wrote to 16,000 people
This email went out on The Listserve this afternoon.
There’s good news, and then there’s GOOD NEWS. It’s good news when an unexpected check comes in the mail, or when your kid comes home with improved grades. But GOOD NEWS is life-changing. Today I’d like to talk about the best news I ever received. Here it is:
There is forgiveness for my failings. There is grace for my faults. There is love I can’t understand.
This was life-changing news for me, because at heart, I’m rotten. I’m selfish. I’m a liar. Even when I do good things, too often I do them to try to impress other people, or to try to prove to myself that I’m not that bad, even when I know deep down that I really am.
People talk about karma; karma scares me. I’ll never be a good enough person to deserve what I want. This is why this really good news changed my life.
The GOOD NEWS is that God knows me, knows all about me - and that he loves me anyway. That he offers me forgiveness if I’ll just accept it. And that he offers me grace every day, and the chance to really be a changed person.
God sent his son, Jesus, to earth for all of us. He lived a perfect life. He was the only person who karma really should’ve fully rewarded, and instead he died in my place, in your place. And then he didn’t stay dead, but instead demonstrated the power to conquer death. One day he’s going to come back to earth to set things right.
That’s the best news I’ve ever received. It changed my life. It can change yours, too, if you’ll believe it.
What would you say to 16,000 people?
A few weeks ago I heard about a little online project called The Listserve. Email mailing lists are one of the older forms of internet communication; everybody signs up to get the distribution, and when a post goes out, everybody gets it.
The idea of The Listserve is this: once the list hit 10,000 subscribers, the list moderators would pick one person per day to get to send a message to that list. A message about whatever the lucky person wants. The constraints: 400 words. No links or images. Just good old text.
I was intrigued. I signed up.
The Listserve hit 10,000 subscribers a couple of weeks ago and the messages started coming. They’ve been entertaining, but mostly on the self-helpy. encouragey, lifehackey side of things. Still, while dozens of unread emails get deleted from my inbox every day, the one from The Listserve always gets read.
Yesterday I got an unexpected email: “You’ve been selected”. I have until mid-day on Sunday to write 400 words that will be sent out to, at last check, more than 16,000 email inboxes. No pressure!
So what would you write if you could send an email to 16,000 people?
Off the wagon
So I had a Lipton diet green tea yesterday. The whole bottle had 30 mg of caffeine. From what I can tell, that’s less than half as much caffeine as a cup of coffee. Still, drinking that bottle of tea made me jittery for a couple of hours. Couldn’t stop bouncing my legs. Craziness. I am now more motivated than ever to mostly stay away from the stuff.
On the other hand, I did my second 10-mile run yesterday and completed it with sub-10-mile pace and without feeling like I was going to die. I figure I need to do at least one more of those prior to the New Bo Fest Half Marathon on September 4. Looking forward to that race… and to getting it done with.
12 years
June 26, 1998, on a sweltering night in Charlotte, NC, Becky and I made vows, exchanged rings, and began our life together. Twelve years, three kids and one cross-country move later I am still so thankful that I can wake up every morning next to my best friend. She is a faithful companion, loving mother to the girls, tireless gardener and homemaker, and I am blessed to have her as my wife.
I love you Becky! Here’s to the next three dozen years!
Tales from THE SNOWPOCALYPSE, Day 2
Morning timeline:
At least I didn’t try to go in. First time work has sent people home for snow in the 10 years I’ve been there.
I think we’ve gotten about 8 inches here so far, heavier and wetter than I had anticipated. Now it’s time for the temps to drop and the wind to start blowing really hard. Guess I’ve gotta hand it to meteorologist Joe Winters, he was right this time. I feel like I should seek him out and do my meekest “I’m sorry, Dick Butkus” impression.
Happy snow day, everybody!
Election 2008: I voted
Reports of long lines at many polling places had me wondering if I would be in for a wait to vote this morning. But, at least at my polling place at the neighborhood church in Hiawatha, there was very little line. I signed the register, then signed the book next to my name, then filled in our lovely two-sided scantron form.
The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than 10 minutes. There were contested races for several local positions and I found myself voting for candidates of both parties. I voted to retain a few of the local judges I’m familiar with. When I deposited my ballot into the scanner, the readout showed that I was ballot #548 for the day so far. I can remember voting in previous elections where my ballot number was only in the 200’s late in the day… so yeah, we’re seeing high voter turnout.
Tonight I have my first work league basketball game of the season, at 7:50 pm. I’m betting that by the time I get home and watch the election coverage, it’ll be all over.
The passing of another weekend
I had three things on my to-do list for the weekend as of last Friday afternoon. And though I kept busy all weekend, those three things are still on my to-do list. How did that happen? I suppose I could do like Becky does and add items to my to-do list after I’ve done them just so I can cross them off. But when you use an on-line list that removes completed items from view, there’s not a lot of satisfaction in it.
Still, I managed to get a bunch of stuff done around the house: mowed the lawn, cleaned out the gutters and installed some gutter guard, did the dishes (well, at least unloaded and loaded the dishwasher). Led music for both Saturday night and Sunday morning church services. Took the girls to the park to play in the splash pad. Laura, who last year was too scared of the water to even want to get wet, was running through the sprayers yesterday with great enthusiasm. I foresee many trips to the park this summer.
And now it’s Monday again. I guess I’ll be hitting ‘postpone’ on those tasks a few more times.
It's spring... finally!
Signs that spring is finally here:
Along with spring comes my list-making of all the house tasks that need done now that the weather’s warmer. The driveway is in sad shape and needs patching - this winter was really hard on it. (Really, we’ll need to replace the driveway within the next few years.) The trip and soffet on the house needs scraped and repainted. We need to keep replacing windows. The garage door really needs replaced, but it can wait one more year. On the smaller list, I need to clean out and organize the garage, and get the pegboard hung in the basement. And the list goes on… and I’m sure I’m forgetting things.
Still… the weather is warm, the sun is shining… I’m not gonna complain.
Wrapping things up
Today is my last work day for the year. Thanks to a day of vacation tomorrow and a generous holiday schedule from my employer, I will be able to enjoy the better part of two weeks away from the office. Not that it’ll be slow during that time… we leave Saturday to visit my family in Wisconsin. It will be so good to have everyone back together… Rebecca gets back from Panama on Saturday. Oh, and I’m also very ready to be allowed to dig into the massive pile of cookies that Becky has been making over the past couple of weeks. I think her goal this year was to make so many cookies that she could take them up to my family’s place and still have cookies left at the end of the visit. I’ll bet she achieved it.
Lots of other blogs do Top 10 lists at the end of the year, proclaiming their best new albums or movies or books or the like. I don’t think I’ll be doing that here. First of all, I doubt I’ve bought 10 CDs all year. And I haven’t watched too many movies, either. I may do a book roundup, though - I’m probably gonna be over 80 books for the year, maybe I can do a retrospective.
After reading the above two paragraphs, I’m amazed that content like this keeps anyone coming back to this blog. :-) Thanks for reading, and Merry Christmas.
Contentment
I was reading Psalm 131 this morning and was struck by the picture of contentment painted in its three short verses:
O LORD, my heart is not lifted up; my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me. But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me.
O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time forth and forevermore.
With two small girls at our house, this picture is a familiar one. When Laura snuggles up on my wife’s lap, she is the picture of contentment. She’s not worried about things “too great and marvelous” - she just wants to rest and to feel the love of her mother. She is secure in the arms of one who she knows loves her, will care for her, and will keep her safe. So she sits quietly, peaceful in the knowledge that she’s in good hands, and content.
As God’s people our hope and contentment is in the Lord. He can handle the great and marvelous things. I want to focus on resting in Him and trusting His goodness today.
'Tis the season to be jolly and joyous...
Christmas shopping is complete. The Christmas program is over. We’ve received a bunch of Christmas cards already. We still haven’t gotten any sent. Apologies in advance to organized friends like Stephanie and the Hollands. It’s not that we don’t appreciate you thinking of us and sending us the pictures. We do, really. We’re just not organized enough to get our own sent out this year. When I was growing up it was the family joke that we would send out a New Year’s letter, because our Christmas letter always went out really late. I think this Hubbs household might have to do the same thing.
Tasks for this week: baking cookies. Well, that’s mostly Becky. She has baked so many cookies this last week already. Toll House cookies. Chocolate Espresso cookies. O’Henry bars. Chocolate chip cookie dough balls. I know the Chex Mix is coming up yet this week. She has a schedule for every day divided up into morning, afternoon, and evening, with baking tasks laid out appropriately so that she can finish before we head to Wisconsin on Saturday. I am impressed, as usual, with her organizational determination.
Other tasks for this week: Wrapping presents. Just because they’re all bought doesn’t mean they’re ready for Christmas. We’ll load up the coffee table downstairs with all the wrapping implements and then turn something on the TV. I’m thinking it’ll be more Heroes. I never watched Heroes when it started last year on TV, and once I got behind, I knew it was no use trying to start in the middle. So I got Season 1 and we’ve been saving it until we had time. Now with the writer’s strike and no new shows to watch, it’s the perfect time. We watched five episodes over the weekend. Totally hooked. If not Heroes, it’ll be time to break out the Muppet Christmas Carol. It is pretty much a yearly tradition - who can fail to love Kermit as Bob Crachit and Michael Caine as Mr. Scrooge? So much fun.
I’m taking Friday off work to get a head start on the holidays. Then we pack and head off to see the family. Lots to do between now and then, though. After all, it’s only one more week ‘til Christmas.
Coming in Boldly
Last Wednesday night we left the girls at church (Laura for AWANA, Addie to play in the nursery) and ran a few errands, then arrived back a few minutes early to pick them up. Becky went over to chat with one of her friends, and I, having a few minutes on my hands, wandered into the sanctuary to play the piano.
There are few things I enjoy more than the chance to sit down in a dark, quiet room and play a nice piano. I don’t get to do it very often any more. So I sat and improvised a little George Winston-esque jazz, just enjoying the sounds and textures. Occasionally someone would come through the sanctuary, hear the piano, look up, and nod or say hello, but otherwise it was quiet. Then Cubbies got out, and here came the three and four year olds.
I could hear them tearing down the hallway toward the sanctuary. Laura’s friends Abigail and Ella got to the door of the sanctuary first, but stopped short as the entered the doorway, saw the room dark, and heard the piano music. They looked up at me to see where it was coming from, then just stood there, not sure what to do, but intimidated by the room and the situation.
Then Laura reached the door. She followed their gaze to the piano, saw me sitting there, and took off at a full run up the aisle to the piano, yelling “Daddeeeeeeee!” at the top of her lungs. She crashed up to the piano, gave me a hug, and proceeded to show me the picture she’d drawn at Cubbies.
Now I’ve not used this blog to draw lots of devotional illustrations from my children thus far, but this one was so immediately obvious that I just couldn’t let it go. Hebrews 4:16 instructs us to “…come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.” We aren’t to fear coming to God with our needs and concerns, quivering at the dark door like some ancient Israelite priest. Instead, we’re called to come in boldly, running up the aisle to the One who we know loves us like no one else can. Thanks, Father, for the vivid reminder.
No Excuses
I hit the scale last Saturday after a fairly physically strenuous day of outdoor work (OK, strenuous for me at least), a time when usually the scale is nice to me (hey, I know how to work the system), and I was not happy at what I saw. It wasn’t Garfield’s “one at a time, please”, but it was a few pounds higher than I thought it would be, and a solid 7 or so pounds higher than it was when I was at my low point back in February or so. Eesh. I haven’t been just totally letting myself go, I guess, but I have been snacking too much lately and well, we do all enjoy dessert.
So I declared this week to be “No Excuses” week for me when it came to exercise - I needed to do something every day. With the gym only 1 mile down the road I don’t really have much excuse anyway; in general, my natural laziness + staying up too late at night = not getting up to work out in the morning. So this week there hasn’t been anything compelling to stay up and watch on TV (World Series starts tonight, though… uh oh), I haven’t been involved in a really engrossing book (my other late-night weakness), and so it’s been better.
My other good accountability tool in this is an online calorie tracker. I’ve been using The Daily Plate off an on for a while now… this week it’s back on. It lets you enter your height/weight/age and a weight loss goal, and then gives you a calorie-per-day target. It has calorie info for pretty much anything you’d eat, so you can just look it up, indicate how much you ate, and it gives you a nice nutritional summary.
So that’s my big push for this week. It feels good, too. Hopefully the scale will be a little friendlier to me next time I get on. Then the challenge is continuing. I think long-term it’s unrealistic to think I will hit the gym every morning every week, but if I could hit it 3 times a week plus play basketball one night? Well, that will be a big help.
$1.05
I have a usual stop on my way to work in the mornings: the Road Ranger convenience store at the corner of Blair’s Ferry and I-380. I have an old 52oz insulated mug that I have a habit of filling up with Diet Pepsi. Yeah, I guess I’m a little bit addicted. Ever since they became Road Ranger, the refills of that mug have been pleasantly inexpensive - I’ve been paying a whole $0.62 for a refill.
This morning, though, there was a change - they’ve upped the price on me to $1.05. I guess that’s $0.99 + sales tax. And suddenly I’m not so excited about it. Something about paying with a dollar and still getting change back was cool with me; something about paying a dollar plus another coin makes it seem much less appealing. Still, I’m not quite sure that just going cold turkey is such a good idea, either. And then there’s the all-too-tempting vending machine at work where a 20 oz bottle of pop costs $1.25. Heck, if I’m gonna do that, I may as well just stop for my $1.05 mug in the morning.
Maybe a better alternative would be to buy a pack of bottled pop from the store, throw it in the fridge, and bring along a bottle in the morning. That’d cut the price down, and hopefully start weaning my caffeine addiction… well, a guy can hope.
Odds and Ends Sep 2007
First off, sorry to any of you who tried to leave comments yesterday. Something with the way the upgraded theme interacts with the spam catcher is leaving something to be desired. I’m working on it, but in the mean time if it disallows a comment of yours, send me an email to let me know, would you? Thanks.
Otherwise, it’s Wednesday. I am looking forward to a couple packages coming later in the week, though. Tomorrow, DHL should be bringing the new shoes I ordered last night. I’ve had my old Converse Chuck Taylor lo-tops for a year now, and have worn them out pretty good. It was time for a new pair. This time I’m living on the wild side - instead of replacing my black ones with another black pair, I’m getting green. That should be fun. :-) I don’t think I’ve ever had a package delivered via DHL before, and I will say now that I’m very impressed with their package tracking on their website - it seems to be more granular and updated more frequently than UPS’s tracking info ever is.
Earlier in the week I got a gift card from work as an “alternative reward”. Cool. Even better is that with that gift card I’m getting a set of Shure E2c headphones. I know several folks that swear by them, and I’ve been thinking about the purchase for a while now. They were on “clearance” at Target last week for $89, but I got ‘em off Amazon for $60.
This weekend on Saturday we’re headed to Des Moines overnight - we just needed to get out of town for a day or two. All my business travel has finally added up to enough Hilton rewards points to get us a free hotel room on Saturday night, and I don’t have to lead music on Sunday, so we’re off to visit the zoo, an orchard, and whatever else we find interesting in the big city. Can’t wait.
Changes in the works
I presented this letter to the elder board at Noelridge last Thursday:
To the Elders at Noelridge:
It has been my privilege to serve the body at Noelridge with you for the past eight years, first as a deacon apprentice, then for a time as a deacon, then for a few years as an elder apprentice, and now for the past 18 months as an elder. You are dear brothers and friends to me, and I have learned much from each of you. However, the Lord has burdened my heart to serve fully in the upcoming church plant in downtown Cedar Rapids. As the day of the first service draws near, I find myself needing to devote more time to planning and preparation for that mission, and straining to try to remain consistent in my duties at Noelridge. I therefore request to be released from my responsibilities as an elder at Noelridge Park Church, effective immediately.
After much discussion with my wife, it is our plan that our family will attend the new church regularly and not Noelridge; our desire is for effective ministry balanced with church stability for ourselves and our daughters. I will work to make arrangements to transfer my various responsibilities to other church members over the coming weeks. I anticipate that I will continue to assist in leading music for the time being; Dave Tessier and I will work out plans to ensure that both Noelridge and the new congregation are well-led musically. We all covet your prayers as we embark on this great mission in the service of our Savior.
In Christ’s love,
Chris Hubbs
This is a big change for us. But we’re excited about this church plant, and ready to see it happen. To my brothers and sisters at Noelridge who will undoubtedly read this and may have it be the first you’ve heard of it: yes, it means changes. We do have plans in the works that will mean I’ll still be leading music at Noelridge once a month or so. And we’ll still be around on Wednesday nights, so you haven’t seen the last of Becky and the girls, either. :-) Pray for us and this church plant. We want to see great things for God’s kingdom.
An update of sorts
It’s been slow around these parts lately, which likely just means that life has been pretty busy. Even online there have been a bunch of other projects that have been taking my time. I guess I could discuss a few of them and you might not get too bored. :-)
One of the web projects I’ve been working on is a new site for Coldwater Programs. Kevin Sutton is raising support for this outdoor exploration and leadership training ministry. I’ve done some design and layout work on the site, now it’s just waiting for him to add content.
Another site that kicked off last week is the AndrewOsenga.net forum, which is an online home for the fan community of Andy O, as he is affectionately known. I’ve been happy to see folks registering and discussing thus far, I hope it will continue. I enjoy the interacting and discussing.
The other big thing coming up is the church plant. No, not the philodendron on the piano. We here at Noelridge along with a coalition of other churches in the area are planning to start a new church in downtown Cedar Rapids. We have a facility we can meet at, and we’re planning on starting services on Saturday night, October 27th. The Saturday night service will be an adjustment for me, but I’m really looking forward to see what the Lord has for us down there. I’ll be the music guy; I’m also doing some website design. The name isn’t finalized yet, but one potential domain name has already been reserved and I’ve been doing some basic web design.
So at the moment it’s Sunday morning and why am I blogging on Sunday morning? I’m on the laptop at church, ripping this morning’s sermon audio to mp3 so it can be posted on the church website. Laura is downstairs in Sunday School, and Becky is off running errands. This laptop is pretty old and slow, so I have a bit of time to write before it’s done ripping the audio. Then it’ll be homeward bound for a bit of rest before work starts up again tomorrow. Life is busy, but life is good.