Out of a real angel.

Made out of angel dust.

I started writing a novel yesterday.

I begins thus:

“Juan Esteban, international footballer and child rebellion leader, feeling that he needed some fresh air after an ugly divorce, pointed the cockpit of his helicopter toward the European coastline.”

Yeah.

That happened.

Yesterday was a long day.

I could tell you all about how Clipkid and I drove to Fayetteville to pick up a sign that was designed to fit perfectly into the back of my work car.

Or I could tell you about the countless errands I ran.

Or about the many appointments with repairmen.

But I won’t. Because I woke up at 4am. My brain needed to sort a few things out.

So, instead, let me tell you about our lord, and savior, Jesus Christ.

About how he started a place where you can buy day-old bread, and meat that’s on the verge of expiring, for 19 cents a pound.

Better yet, let me show you.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC