My body has no idea what time it is, but that's often the case. I've been up for hours, in part because of the time change, in part because I'm often awake very early in the morning. My normal wake up time is between 3 and 4.
I've been working on seminary papers, working on sermon revisions (the minor kind), getting ready to drive across the mountain to Bristol, Tennessee to preach and preside at Faith Lutheran. I'm told that a lane each way on I 26 is now open, but even if it's not, the detour through the town of Erwin is not bad. The other routes are in much worse shape.
Yesterday I felt a bit sad and grumbly. I didn't want to write my seminary essay that's due today, and I didn't want to write my sermon. What a difference a day makes!
I went for a walk in the mid-afternoon. Lutheridge was busier than I expected, and I made this Facebook post: "Although we're surrounded by giant piles of dead trees, a group of YMCA youth plays football and a coach says, "Hustle up." And just like that my sad mood lifts a bit."
It occurs to me that even though I'm keeping track of time and expecting a normal-ish trip, that I shouldn't linger here on this writing. Let me close and get ready. It will be nice to leave in the not-pitch-black darkness.
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