Shelley went to London today for a semi-annual "Sister Day" to mark a birthday, leaving me at home to care for the kids. This will be a practice run for parental leave next month; the only difference being not worrying about a yet-unfinished sermon.
Although I have big plans for this evening after the kids are in bed: spicy marinated pork chops, maybe some Steam Whistle or Pinot or Cab-Merlot, while watching basketball (and if that proves unwatchable, "House of the Flying Daggers" on DVD).
Before I get too ahead of myself, there's this afternoon to get through, as well as supper and bath time. And sermon writing, of course.
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