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Seven o’clock: it’s way too early to go up, you’ll be up at midnight, go work on your sermon for Sunday.
iTunes Gone Girl, Best of 2014, stirs Young girl, get out of my mind. UMich charitable IRA rollover is here. North Korea responsible for Sony hack, is there some problem with our drones, ratchet it up, Bozo, or don't you get it.
This isn’t reading like sermon preparation.
Joe brought an interesting bourbon and for Tuesday night supper we had one finger twice, on the rocks. Supper: L goes grimly silent at my craving for Bradley’s country sausage, so I’ll cook it for breakfast before anyone rises. Taking after my grandfather Gentry, I grew up eating Conecuh sausage, and this is even better if that’s possible. I’ve not even tasted sausage for four years and suddenly manna from heaven. It does just as well in the microwave as the recommended time in a pan. Hint of yellow mustard not even a smear, just say “French’s” over it. OMG.
Gospel for Sunday upcoming: Luke has Jesus in Jerusalem with Simeon and the old woman, Anna was her name, recollections so weird there has to be a grain of fact, eh. What’s that ominous, foreboding line? Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also. A sword? Also? Also?
Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word; For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, which thou hast prepared before the face of all people, To be a light to lighten the Gentiles, and to be the glory of thy people Israel. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost: as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, Amen.
... get out of my mind ...
I hear the surf.
Daisy?
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I hear the surf.
Daisy?
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