Another drive to church, writing the blog. It’s a good way to write it, but more often than not I’ll think of something else I’d like to write about. Sometimes I pretend that I’ll end up writing two posts, but I never do. Roby’s wearing a dad-fit for my birthday, usually something reserved for the Saturdays we spend together, now she’s wearing it just normal. And now on the way to church she’s wearing her sweet brown sweater over a pair of dark blue overalls. It’s a real favorite.

I worked today and before that I had some friends over for coffee, real early, 7:37’s when they showed up, and I didn’t even have to get up special to make that happen. I think that makes us adults. I’ve never been much of a morning person, so it’s a nice special thing.

Not a morning person, but Saturday will be interesting, we’re staying up til midnight for Pascha, and that’s after Abby works, and after a dinner with family. Maybe we’ll squeeze in a few hours of sleep between supper and the feast. And after the feast, the next afternoon, we’ll be having people over for a lamb roast. That might be the toughest part. Not that these are problems, really. It’s a cavalcade of feasts and friends and goodness so bountiful and full that we’ve got to be careful about how we manage our sleep and our hours.

It’ll be nice.