Dear Father,
Thank you for this day. Not a lot is going on. I woke up with a hair in my mouth (I breathe through my mouth at night). It was in a very hard to reach place, and I got sick. With three dogs, it’s easy to do. Totally gross though.
I have a lot to do today. Lord, help me have a good day, and guard my register and cash drawer, that I don’t get short changed or cheated, or mess it up.
I’ve been working on the other blog. Got a few draft posts I need to work on. They’re not where they should be yet, but I’m hopeful. It almost seems silly now. A blog about being a game master when I don’t currently have a group with whom I’m playing.
Well, better get going. Love you Lord!
Trem