I did a bit of editing on the Romans notes last night, but I never did get into the pool.

Today was one of those days when there was just too much to do. In fact, it is one in the morning, and there’s still too much to do. I just finished serving dinner, my own plate now sitting beside me awaiting moments when my hands are not needed for typing and can move food to my mouth. I can’t say I got a late start; it just was not an early start. My mother-in-law had to go to the store, but one son who was going to stay with one of his brothers came home with his mother two nights back and was obligated to return to his brother’s house today, so that also had to be done. He was taking maximum advantage of his visit home, and so asked if we could delay our departure while he had lunch with a friend. I consented.

My consent was in part because I wanted to talk with my pastor about my next book–not exactly about the book itself, but about whether it would be inappropriate to give a copy of this terribly rough first draft to our Sabbath school teacher, in view of the fact that the Sabbath school program for the next quarter seems to cover a great deal of the area covered by the book (in different ways). I knew he would be at the church picnic, so I ran down there to see him and to visit with some of the others before making my trip. He thought it a good idea to pass the book to her, so I did. That set me back a bit, but not terribly as by the time my son was back from lunch I was headed back to the house to get him. My mother-in-law was not so prompt, and it was late by the time we were out of there, and I had to drive to Delaware to drop off the boy, and so it was ten thirty by the time I managed to get the roast in the oven, which I had had the foresight to defrost before leaving.

All of which puts me here, now, with much still ahead. That makes it time to move ahead.

–M. J. Young