For the record, I'm late, and I don't care all that much. My assistant pastor is on vacation for the next few weeks, so I'm solo in the office and no one needs me there just now. Also, since I worked through the day Saturday, there isn't a great deal of compelling from my conscience to get to work. I'm thankful for the other ways God has allowed me to spend time this morning and am considering ways by which I can work from home for much of today.
Last night's rain and thunder were lullabys. The latter is rarely sung in Seattle, and my heart stirs with joy when I hear it.