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Thursday night we re-convened Craft Church. But Cyber. Before COVID-19 we would meet monthly in person at my immaculately sumptuous palatial townhouse, read and discuss a verse in the Book of James, and drink craft beer. I know it is not revolutionary but it has been great to pair theological discussion, practical application, conversation, and craft beer. I am always excited to see what people bring to share beer-wise and also their take on the verse at hand. Ah, the good old days. Let me tell you grandkids, it was the best!  I had been doing enough video conferencing through the various platforms to realize ahead of time that there may be "technical" problems. I wasn't sure what the issues were but the evidence was pointing that it was on my end. I had been resorting to using my iPhone for both work and out of work online discussions and conversations, but didn't quite realize that this was truncating what I could see and what others could see in reference to m...

Last week, Easter Sunday, I wasn't feeling it. I didn't want to write. I just wanted to rest. In my theological viewpoint, resurrection means rest. The end of attempting to earn favor with God. That is a treadmill that will run the soul down. Just rest, just receive. My dad thought my lack of blogging meant that I was cracking up.   In general, I don't get too worked up about writing this blog. I don't spend hours pondering words and sentences, or constructing over-arching outlines on paper in terms of logical digressions. God loves a cheerful giver and if I can't have fun with this and maybe make a few points worth considering, then I wouldn't do it. I have enough stress elsewhere just to add another burden. So, I sit at the keyboard and write. I surprise myself a lot on the direction the blog takes. It is like the wind. Or breaking wind. You be the judge. I did have WiFi  issues while writing this so I had to take a break, eat lunch, and return. I am n...

Taking this week off. Have plenty churning in my mind to write about.

My Beer Fridge...It Has Many More Stickers On It Now. Circa Jan. 2019.  Last Saturday, I was craving normalcy. I am just not sure what it is anymore. I mean is this the new normal, the pandemic era? I called my local beer distributor to make sure they were still open and the grandfatherly owner answered and said that they were. He has a raspy distinctive voice and it was reassuring and reminded me that things are not quite as Apocalyptic as they seem. He's a good dude and I always like chatting with him a bit as I shop. So, I drove down through the cold rain and bought more brewski. It seems like it has been cloudy and rainy a lot and this might just be my imagination from not being out and about. Every day seems at least overcast. Usually when I visit, I browse and browse. I like shopping for three things: Beer, Beans (Coffee) and Books. I can be in there for an hour at a time weighing brands, taste, and cost. This time I was quick. I had my eye on stuff for a while and ...

Last week I wrote about my mouthpiece. Essentially, the gist was that I grind my teeth at night according to what my dental hygienist said evidenced by wear and tear on my teeth. I noted it wasn't the first time I had been told that. So, I have taken to wearing mouthpiece when sleeping to keep the teeth-on-teeth, like bone-on-bone, friction to a minimum. I restate this because last week I didn't post the link of the blog piece to Facebook and Twitter which is where most of my readers come from. As I wrote last week, that buffer of plastic seems to have reduced my headaches that I was waking up with and not knowing why. I have had headaches for so long that it is just my normal. My hypothesis is that grinding of the teeth was displacing the tension into my jaw muscles, and this somehow was manifesting itself in headaches. The mouthpiece really seems to be helping. I am kicking myself that I didn't institute this intervention sooner. A lot of years of suffering for what....

Soooooo, how has your week been? Ha-Ha. Been a little cray-cray? Me, too! Must be a coincidence! Still trying to recover from whatever I came down with. No fever, so it doesn't sound like Corona. But, c'mon, it has been two weeks already. Every morning I blow bloody snot and boogers into the toilet paper. The cough has mostly subsided. I am thinking that I may have concocted a compromise of sorts with the Corona Virus...the Fever Free option.  A couple of weeks ago, P.C. (Pre-Corona) I was at my dentist's office for my 6 month tooth-tune up. For a 56 year old, I have great teeth. One cavity. Over a lifetime. Au natural. I have decent dental cleaning habits. But, the dental hygienist that day made a couple of pointed observations. I liked her. She leaned on me, a star pupil overall.  She noted that there is wear and tear on my teeth associated with night-time grinding. I have heard that before. Second, she said that my gums would benefit from a Water-Pik ...

Name this film above where this pic came from. I will buy you a beer or a cup of coffee. Once all the social distancing concludes. Jolie played a psychopath a bit too well I might add.  I have been dealing with a Cold (not Corona) all week. I shut down as best I could despite my responsibilities. Prior to that, I had mentioned to a friend online that I had dodged a cold all Winter despite typically catching a perennial Cold each Winter. Figures. I am just starting to not feel so tired. It was the worst week to get sick work-wise in terms of the yearly schedule. Timing was imperfectly perfect.   I knew that the week might go South when I crapped my shorts (I had the runs) on my early Monday morning run which I think was due from eating some Syrian Food at a fundraiser last Saturday night. There's more but I will spare you the details. One of the hosts was sick and I surmise that was the transmission contact. Then I worked out too hard on Sunday. Then the heat w...