and All shall be well ...

Eight-thirty to four, seven and a half hours, not bad at all, in fact, a second consecutive night of much better. 74F 57% and steady breeze outside up here. Yawning and could return to sleep leaning back, feet up here in my lift chair, but work to do, so coffee and a square of dark chocolate mint. Work to do.

From the platform rocker to the lift chair comes sad news though not unexpected, Coach Steve Spurrier retiring effective immediately. My all time favorite from Gator QB, Heisman ’66, leading UF to the top of the mountain as head coach. A favorite mental picture: Coach furiously slamming his visor to the ground. Back years later as Gamecocks head coach: how often does head coach of the visiting opposing team get a standing ovation in The Swamp. Wishing he could have retired on the highest note, but knowing he never would have, as indeed never did I, I pray he finds, as I have, that the years from 70 on are the best of all. Amen.

Bible Seminar this morning: Mark 11 and a scan of the whole book marking the marks of Mark. EfM alums supper this evening, Linda’s bringing shrimp, sweet & sour pork, a tomato salad because last Saturday we bought too many fresh tomatoes, I’m bringing Malbec and letting them choose between two short Bible programs.

Pax, Amy, All shall be well, and All shall be well, and All manner of things shall be well.

Thos+