My kitchen sink is broken, a leaking drainpipe spilling onto the floor. I feel like a character from Vonnegut's "Harrison Bergeron", something internal short circuit keeping me from focusing at all. Thankfully I was able muster the brainpower earlier today to file the church's federal payroll taxes, state insurance, and B-Side's state taxes. That'll have to do.
Expecting taci, Connor, and Sara for Enterprise and Angel, our first gathering since Lent. The Eastlake Community Group asked if they could drop by dinner tonight, so that will be fun to share with them. Interesting to see what happens when people decide to be deliberate about love.