The Missus is off to a women's event in the capital, with three other ladies. She's one of two speakers, her slot this afternoon. She must have been so relieved to get shut of me that she forgot to text me on arrival, so I'd know she made it safely.
Justice was not done today by Psalm 93, in my devotional. "Solid Truth for a Shaken Humanity." But that is true of all treatments of Scripture, is it not?
Just back from lunch at the Emporium, down on the avenue, a nice five-minute stroll from the house. Great food, varied buffet, fresh, tasty, not a bad price. Since a couple of the ladies may have to wait here at the house a bit for their rides after arrival from the capital, I bought a coconut loaf (which The Missus likes muchly) and a chocolate-covered carrot cake. I might just get a taste of the latter before offering it to the ladies. To make sure it's good, of course.
Another group of folk from Taubaté were going to the capital as well, so the idea was to rent a van and everyone go together. That fell through at the minute, so The Missus wound up taking our car. She wasn't happy about that, but no way around it. So I'm working from home today.
The women's event is held annually by one of the larger congregations. I do believe this is The Missus's second time to speak there. (There are other similar events held by other congregations, too, and she has spoken at some of them as well.)
Tomorrow and the Sunday after, I'm teaching the SJC Bible class for Jorge, who is on vacation. We're in Philippians 3. Join us?
At Taubaté, we're studying Christian attitudes. Last week, compassion. Tomorrow, self-denial. The UnSelf. (Remember the old 7-Up commercial?) No way to translate that, by the way. Just came to me, in English.
People seemed to like this four-liner, "Procrastination." You might, too.
It's warming up today after the cold snap, partly cloudy skies. Very Nice Day.
And very quiet around here. With no one to bug, I might just take an after-lunch nap. Since the eyelids are getting heavy ...