Breakfasting on Pumpkin Bread

I have breakfasted on pumpkin bread; one loaf is for my sister-in-law, and the other is for us.  When we visit with my in-laws, I'll also offer the pumpkin cinnamon rolls that I made a few weeks ago.  I stashed one pan in the freezer for a later day.  This morning, I woke up worried that we might have more people than expected, so I made the pumpkin bread.  We won't starve.

I am still breakfasting on pumpkin bread; it will never be more delicious than it is right now, still warm from the oven.

It's an unusual Saturday, but the last few weeks haven't been usual either.   I don't need to finish a sermon today, because we have seminarians who are camping out at Faith Lutheran, where I am a Synod Authorized Minister.  They are in Bristol for the big race, and one of them asked to preach the sermon.  I said yes.  I am hoping it goes well; these are not Lutheran seminarians.  But even if it's a sermon with a problematic theology, the congregation will survive.  It's likely not the first sermon with a problematic theology that they will have heard.

But maybe it will be brilliant.  Here's hoping.

Back to today:  I'm not sure what the day ahead looks like.  Will we go to an orchard?  Will we sit and chat for hours?  

What a strange moment in time, with all of my spouse's remaining family within a few hours of us (for my sister-in-law, it's only for a visit).  Let me shift my attention to my online classes so that I'm ready to give family my full attention.