Sure enough, she dug around in our new cryogenic chest and found the smoky goodness, resolidified back to an unnatural state. Ugh, I thought to myself. Neither of us wanted to go out: I’d just eaten out for lunch, and we'd treated ourselves the other day, too. “Frozen pizza?” she asked.

Some foods are just meant to be eaten with your fingers. Can I get a big ol’ gospel Amen? Tonight, the main star of our supper was designed by our ancestors to be strictly hand-held—neither forked nor knifed. But…

While today is still technically summer, it’s feeling a whole lot like autumn: cool, damp, rainy… kinda like England or Seattle in the winter, hehehe. Despite it still being summer and all, we didn’t care. As far as this house was concerned, today marked the start of… SOUP SEASON, y’all.

Honestly, I’d given up on ever finding it. I assumed it had been sacrificed to the dryer gods. But for some inexplicable reason, I never tossed its mate. Chalk it up to laziness, delusion, or sheer stubbornness. But hey—tonight, they ride together again.

Anyway, I think it’s nice not to be in the know about all the stuff happening in our world. Now, honestly, I wouldn’t mind a few minutes' heads-up from heaven before Jesus returns. LOL. But you and I both know from Scripture that won’t happen.

Anywho, back to town 90 minutes later, I resumed thumping my noggin against that Revelation commentary until I couldn’t takes it no more. By 4 PM, my brain was absolute mush, and I called it quits for the day. My sweetie and I made some supper, and now here I sit, tapping this out and watching a comedy on the tube.

As silly as it might sound, those beautiful azure hues with the iridescent backlighting absolutely made my day, and from there on out, things just got better. At chapel, my aging audience sat right up at attention and sang their hearts out, kinda like it was their last service ever. (Let’s hope not.)

The forecasters are calling for rain all week. I hope and pray so, for our farmers’ sake, for the livestock and wildlife, and just for the water table, period. Perhaps God has heard everyone’s silent prayers.

As fall inches nearer and the days shortening, the temps should continue to cool enough to keep the windows open for a while. Let it be, I say. There ain’t nothing quite like the a crisp morning breeze flowing in the windows to kick off one’s day.

This is the lesson I should’ve remembered (and heeded) last night. Solomon wrote, “A fool’s way is right in his own eyes, but whoever listens to counsel is wise.” “Pity the fool,” right? Pity the fool.

Soon-to-be LCDR Almas is the kind of officer I always hoped to serve under. When a large fire broke out onboard her ship, she didn’t abdicate responsibility or bark an order. Instead, she jumped in line, grabbed the firehose, and fought the fire with her crew. Then, when the danger subsided, she helped bail the water and clean the mess. When told by a senior enlisted: “You’re an officer, you don’t need to do that,” she replied: “Yes I do! This is my ship too.”

In any event, tonight I’m thankful there are plenty of people out there significantly smarter than me on a whole library of issues. The world is full of smarty-pants, and for that, I’m genuinely grateful. We need the brain surgeons, the rocket scientists, the engineers, the farmers, and everyone in between to keep this circus running.