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Day 4 & 5

4 days is all it took to break the challenge!  that is true with just about anything i take on--or so it seems.  to be fair to myself, the past 2 days have had at least 5 hours of drive time in them and when i finally got to the hotel and then home i was not up to sitting at a computer.

i'm preparing for a funeral at 2pm.  folks will be here around 1pm for visitation.  i really shouldn't be blogging right now but i'm nervous and still worried about it.

the funeral is for a wonderful man who was pivotal to our church.  i barely knew him.  thankfully his pastor from florida (they were snowbirds) is doing the eulogy and sermon.  i'm essentially the mc.  i'm glad the other pastor came all this way--it says oodles about the pastor and the man whose life we are celebrating.

i hope to see my youngest for a few hours before heading back to annual conference.  otherwise i won't see her for a total of 3 weeks.  i don't think i can do that!  i think i may have to teach her how to skype (and learn myself!).

i leave for collegeville, mn on Tuesday for the Putting It On Paper writing workshop.  i'm excited and scared to death!  i'll actually have to write and work and get critiqued.  scary but wonderful stuff.  i really need the focus right now.

say a prayer for the Moorman family if you get a chance and i hope it's a wonderful Saturday for you!

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Mompriest said…
safe travels...I hope the funeral went well...and the workshop is awesome...

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