GRRRRR

I should be working on my sermon. I should. I should. I should.

We left home yesterday for a little trip to Spokane. Mrs. Ref had her annual check-up with her neurologist, which goes something like this:

"How are you doing?"
"Fine."
"Any seizures this year?"
"Nope."
"Think we need to make any changes to the meds?"
"Nope."
"How's the family?"

So it really isn't a big deal, just a formality so that the doc can record that he's seen her at least once in the last year. Mrs. Ref is a neurology patient like some people are C&E church-goers.

We spent the evening with friends who always seem to have an extra room available, and later today we are driving over to Wenatchee to see Mrs. Ref's grandparents. She likes to make a point of seeing them ... well ... to be blunt ... before they die.

We'll spend the night there and come back to Spokane tomorrow, spending the night in an interesting situation. Can't elaborate now, maybe later.

We'll head home Saturday. After we get back, it's laundry and the weekly church cleaning to sweep up all the crud that has fallen down during the roof job (which is another story I need to tell here shortly).

All of that being said, I really should be working on my sermon; but I'm out of my comfort zone, in a different place, pounding my head on the table because I'm not being very inspired at the moment.

GRRRRRRR