Company is coming for dinner. The house is a mess. I need to go to the grocery store and cook, but first, I’ll go too church early, help out there, attend the service and go to lunch. No sweat.
Well, to be honest, there’s sweat as I attempt to start cleaning the bathroom before I go to church. I’m knocking dead leaves off the plants, scraping them off the counter into the waste basket and struggling not to drag the sleeves of my pristine white tunic through the dust. It’s getting hot in here as the temperature begins its climb to 90 plus. A little voice tells me to give it up for now, get in the car and go. I listen and respond. Continue reading “Pomeranian Stampede”