Just a brief note today.
I am not a big proponent of working on Sunday. But parts of her family decided that today would be a good day to paint the exterior of our hovel. Clearly hadn't been done in quite a long time. I pulled into drive after leaving church to find a small army (ok, a platoon) on ladders, waving paint brushes and rollers and sprayers. And I received orders from Dear Wife to assist. Not being totally stupid (quite), I did. We just finished. I am sucking down some warmed-up leftover chowder from the other night, looking at paint-spattered clothing, and feeling weary.
I had planned to attend the Sunday evening services, something I rarely do, but inasmuch as that gathering is breaking up right now, that's not going to happen.
Another weekend, another day, gone.
Our Old Testament passage is chapters 41 and 42 from Isaiah
The passage from the New Testament is chapter 1 from the Epistle to the Colossians.