Here is a beautiful partly cloudy day in the hinter land. I went to Priesthood and then came home to make certain Joan had something to eat. The Priests will bring over the sacrament. Joan will just have to rest to get over the Blahs and get her strength back.

I ran across the following article and thought I would pass it along.
If you set down at set of sun and count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find One self denying deed, one word That caused the heart f him who heard.
One glance most kind that fell like sunshine where it went--
Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day, You've cheered no heart by yea or nay--
If, through it all You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face--No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost then count that day as worse than lost. George Eliot

Wednesday we are going to take that silver bird and head south. We will be returning in two months. Probably right in the middle of the winter. We love all of you and wish all of you could go with us. GG and Bruno