Late and brief today. I'm weary and not at my best in any case.
I got rousted out this morning to be doing more "fetch & carry" for the Great Yard Sale which began this morning. I was occupied in various tasks in furtherance of that essentially all day. I was able to sneak across the backyard around 10:30 and gobble a few biscuits for a much-delayed breakfast (while under cover of coming to get one of the numerous "I forgot, so you go get" errands). "Lunch" was around 4:30 p.m. under similar cover. That was after a "run" to the Big Box store to pick up something sorely needed and Right Now, using a borrowed vehicle, ours still being down.
It's 8:30 p.m. and I still had no dinner. Doesn't bother me terribly as such: I haven't had the normal hunger response since I was too little to read and have often had crazy schedules so the body never really set in to the type of regular meal time need that most others have.
Tomorrow is likely to be much the same, and Saturday (the end, thank You Lord) of this event. At which time, of course, I'll be "volunteered": to strike the tents (awnings actually) and commence hauling stuff back and forth again.
This is called "family time".
And, having looked briefly at the news, primarily of wars and rumors of wars and much else, mostly bad, perhaps having one's attention focused on matters close at hand is not so bad.
The reading in the Old Testament is chapters 33 and 34 of Job.
Pretty much the whole gang of Job's "friends" have had their say, pretty much slamming him while he's down. Some friends!
The reading from the New Testament today is verses 24-52 from chapter 13 in the Acts of the Apostles.
Paul and Barnabas have addressed the people, and the whole city is in tumult. The message that they bring is eagerly welcomed by some, strongly condemned by others. Their response is that, for their part, they will henceforth carry the Gospel to the Gentiles. And from now on, we won't much see the name of Saul, but of Paul. Changed mission.