I just returned from a vaguely deja vu bonfire. I didn't meet any men this time. Well, that is not true... I did meet a lot of nice men, but they were all married/taken. That is ok, I am not bitter.
Worship was great. Singing with the choir has become one of the highlights of my week. I feel so blessed to be able to do this. The message this week was about prayer... and I had more submarine inspiration. Query: is the submarine something spiritual? It really doesn't fit the usual definition of "spirituality" but the ideas always come at church. I haven't thought about this before. Or maybe its all some weird wish-fulfillment fantasy. I wish I had another week to draw all day. Tomorrow I work, bright and early.