The Banzai Chronicles

Time is short. Went to Men's Prayer this morning-- men are especially awkward about prayer. I think maybe depending utterly on God conflicts with the self-sufficiency that is such a part of the male identity. In that, I suspect we make God chortle kindly.

Missed the Victrola party last night, like a big doofus (fell asleep right after CG). Just as I'm writing this, Jen came over to chide me and tell me I was missed. There's always next year, she says. I want a do-over.

At least it's my night tonight, and my day tomorrow (hopefully). I feel better today just knowing that uncommitted free time is ahead. Beginning in prayer helped. I need to start my days in prayer consistently again.