Church on Wednesday, Ladies' Retreat rehearsal on Thursday, Ladies' Retreat on Friday. This works out really well for me since I happen to like the ladies at South Plains; extra time with my sisters is good! Makes me happy!
You know what doesn't make me happy? Red lights. Wanna guess how many nights in a row I got stopped-- by mere seconds-- by the same red light? If you guessed "three", go get yourself a cookie.
Are you back yet?
Are you making that cookie?
Ah! So, Wednesday night: sigh. Thursday night: Aargh. Friday night: You have got to be kidding me! Not again!
I mentioned in yesterday's post that I practised our songs in the car on the way to South Plains, which is moderately hard to do while driving, because it's unsafe to look down at sheet music while driving 60 mph. Or 40 mph. Or, for that matter, 20 mph. So, after shouting at the red light in frustration, I picked up my music and sang through the song twice before I laid the music down in time for the light to turn green.
And so, what else could I do but say to God: "Thank you for the red light. I'm sorry I complained."