Sorry I didn't post yesterday, July 9. Time just ran screaming from me. In the morning, I ran a two-mile race with my family. I took fourth place in my age bracket--older than dirt, male. My daughter took fourth in her age bracket--ten to twelve, female. My son, whom I pushed in a stroller, took first place in his age bracket--one to five, male. He got a medal. And my wife walked the whole way with her sister and our niece and nephew. They got the congratulations-you-finished places in their respective age brackets.
Then I rode on a parade float for church. I played keyboard in our praise band. That was a blast, but hot as Hades. Afterward, I took a nap. (Remember my age bracket.)
I played organ for mass, gobbled down some pizza, and took my daughter and her friend to some fireworks. That's a thumbnail sketch of July 9.
Saint Marty did take a few minutes to draw a cartoon at the fireworks.
Confessions of Saint Marty
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