--there was a steady drip of melting snow
--we finally made it out of the confines of our neighborhood (such is the life when you live at the bottom of a hill on a street that doesn't get plowed...you're the last one to get out)
--we celebrated leaving the neighborhood with an exciting grocery store trip
--we also ate dinner (later) at Alfy's and read each other the most poorly written trivia questions ever, which I think Alfy's should be famous for: "True or False. Can a horse vomit?"
--I fought a cold all weekend and slept poorly. I had a repetitive dream about watching a football game in Alabama. I think it was drug induced. (I take medicine when I'm sick. When people say, "I don't like to take medicine," I think they're the same as the people that say, "I don't like chocolate." What is wrong with those people?)
--I read something disguised as truth but not true. I thought about why it was wrong and figured it out. I love the exhilaration of discernment.
--and speaking of exhilaration, we went to a youth church meeting Sunday night celebrating 100 years of seminary (and now I will no longer feel sorry for myself because some kids in Peru leave their home at 4:30 a.m. by canoe to go to seminary). The wonderful part of that meeting though, was that I recognized truth there. Absolutely. I felt it in my soul.
And that is the best feeling of all.