Every Turn Became our Future, There For Us to Make Our Bet

Well, I have found my way back to the heat & bugs of Southeastern GA. Although... the heat and bugs don't seem to be out tonight. It was actually a semi-pleasant drive in "the hot car" once I escaped the 90's of NC (in the daylight). Once it got dark about 3+ hours in, it was no longer the sweat-to-death-fest it started out as. I looked down at my clock at 11:11 just as I was turninig in to JoRun. And it was after 11:30 until Coop and Kona stopped biting at me. (They nip when they're excited.) At this point, my face is completely clean (provided you believe doggy saliva is "cleaner") and I've spent about a full hour cuddling the babies. They just won't get off my lap!

Anyway, I'm really tired and still have to finish up one more work thing before I go to bed. So, I 'll save the rest of the story (where is Paul Harvey when you need to borrow his voice?) for later. Must. go. to. bed. NOW.

Here's to the turns that become our future. Don't forget to make your bet. And always, always, always remember to sit still and let God love you... with or without the shield. Much love to you.