Of All The Saints

This weekend has been filled with both misery and delight. Misery because I am still a little flu-ed. Delight because I haven't been at work.

Friday night, I saw my friend Crystal Kepler. She and I bumped into each other at Wal Mart. We stood and talked for 2 hours straight in the same spot. It was a nice reunion. Then, on Saturday morning, I was woken to a phone call from Sean Tanner. We also talked for a couple hours. That started the weekend off right.

I bought some movies used from Movie Gallery. I paid $30 and got Saved, A Mighty Wind, and Jersey Girl. I watched Saved again last night. It's mostly great.

Last night and today, I've been listing some of my possessions on the "suckas" mart. I listed my 12 Expositor's Commentary set and started it for $35 and put the buy now at $90. Sure enough, I woke up today and someone had already bought it. I was in shock. I am grateful.

Tonight, my goal is to write a letter and wash some dishes. We'll see, we'll see.

"The glove compartment is inaccurately named and everybody knows it. So I'm proposing a swift orderly change. 'Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm. And all I find are souvenirs from better times. Before the gleam of your taillights fading east to find yourself a better life." Death Cab For Cutie, Title And Registration, from Transatlanticism.