On Wednesdays, I am still “immature” enough to stay up as late as I possibly can. You know what I’m talking about – staying up until your eyes cross and you can’t function as a normal human being any more…
Well, on Thursdays, somehow the telephone always rings around 8:30 or 9:00 – usually the best sleep I’m getting ALL NIGHT!
Is this called “Murphy’s Law” – or is this called “YOU SHOULD BE UP ANYWAYS, YOU IMMATURE PUNK”?
I’m tired.
Eating lunch with a youth pastor buddy then I’m going to buy my fishing license and hit up a local stream with Ben this afternoon! Won’t catch anything big in this stream, but the fun of fishing will overtake the need for catching a “lunker”!
