in that we have almost no agenda for the weekend, other than to pick up a few odds & ends (or ends & odds, YMMV) for vacation.
It becomes increasingly difficult to concentrate on work with the trip on the horizon, but we haven't gone Outside in eleven months, so it's time.
Other than putting gas in the truck, and buying a few items for the family-sized first aid kit we've assembled for the zombie apocalypse, there are no plans.
It feels weird.
John 12:24 "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit."
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My friend, radio-maven Biff, used to say, "I have no plans, tentative or otherwise."
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