Another week, another funeral, another sermon, and since it's the end of the month, another newsletter article, and another week short of a day off.
Sigh. I am funeraled out. Just two this month. But trying to figure out what to say that I haven't already said or finding yet another way to say it. I am tired and weary.
I will be sore as I had to get a couple moles removed and one in a tender spot.
Maybe, I should call it a day and begin anew and afresh in God's mercy and grace tomorrow.
Sounds like a plan to me!