I'm tired. My head still hurts. My mind is not as sharp as it has been in days gone by. Mainly due to fatigue, I'm sure.
Today I finally unpacked all the boxes I had taken into my office. With great joy, I loaded all of the empty cardboard clutter in my truck to take to the local solid waste station. As I reached for my keys I realized that they were still on my desk...that's right...inside the locked church.
God bless "Aunt Helen," the faithful church pianist, for living a short distance from the church, and for having a key with which she graciously let me in. I am happy to report that she did not laugh at me (at least not to my face).
For some reason I am reminded of an incident that happened back in 1988 while I was a deejay at WQXL, a Christian radio station in Columbia. A Sandi Patti song was playing and I was in the mail room at the other end of the building. Suddenly, the song ended. Apparently this was the short version. With the speed of a three-legged cat in a pack of dogs (strangely cruel metaphor), I rushed to the control room, turned on the mike, and muttered something while breathing heavily, and managed to play the next song. My then co-worker and lifelong pal, Rickwell, immediately called to make sure I was ok. He was my only listener, as I recall. He did not laugh at me either...at least not to my face.
Can't WAIT for tomorrow!