...when I woke up in the middle and could not get back to sleep. But that's okay, because there is something beautiful about Matins as the sun is actually just beginning to poke its head up over the trees. So here it is, seven o'clock, I'm on my second cup of Irish Breakfast Tea, the coffee is just finishing up, and I've read the assigned Book of Concord reading for today and done another 8 pages in the update to Starck's Prayer book, posted my quotes for the day on the blog, and caught up with email.
We're off in a bit to buy one of those Walmart pools. Bekah has been begging for it, and it will be fun to have it in place when she gets back from camp tonight. I suspect we'll all enjoy it, and hopefully it will last more than one summer?
Cindi is singing in the Collinsville Chorale this evening - all Patriotic Music. Including that wretched "Battle Hymn." I told her that I do not know if this southern boy can sit through THAT.
Well, that coffee calls.