Pastor Dad and I are away from home for a working vacation. Our mental faculties have been stressed to the max and our emotional state lately could best be described as "fluctuating." In my moments of levity I tend to blame much of this on my hormones which are experiencing their second round of pre-adolescent-like qualities. I'm not sure what Pastor Dad blames for his similar state. Probably the same thing. No, not his hormones, but having to live with me while I deal with mine. Pray for the man. Really.
How bad is it? Well, for example, we showed up a week early for my family reunion last Saturday because I wrote the event on the wrong date. Since the reunion takes place in the city where I live (I'm one of the locals) it wasn't too bad of a mistake. However, the reunion will be taking place this weekend without me. Sorry, family! I'll miss being with you.
Pastor Dad is scheduled to preach at a conference this weekend. As Providence would have it (thank you, Lord!) we were able to get away a day early. We're now resting, reading, and writing: recharging our batteries; having our creative juices restored; listening to the silence (we turned off the TV just so we would not have to listen to the talking heads announcing again the death of Michael Jackson); marveling in the most magnificent light-and-sound display we've ever witnessed in a thunder storm (which we would've enjoyed so much more if we hadn't been driving through it at the time!).
But we're here in Kentucky safely ensconced in a room that will be our home-away-from-home for awhile. I think I'll get back to that resting and reading part again.