It feels like I'm finally wrapping up things for the semester, typing up loose ends. I like the closure. So get this straight: surprise--bad, closure--good. I'm looking for closure on this semester.
Tonight, I have to help move the equipment for our band to another church. We have a gig tomorrow night for a woman's group. I'm not sure if "gig" is quite the right word for a Christian rock band. There should be something that sounds a little more...sacred. But that's what I have to work with. After I help move that equipment, I'm going to go home, put my son to bed, and then heave a big sigh. No, a huge sigh. The hugest sigh that was ever heaved. A sigh that makes Hurricane Katrina look like a deep breath.
Saint Marty wants to kick back.
|The defense rests|
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