Finally an excuse. A previous commenter asked if I had essentially succumbed to the heat. Well, that's a better excuse than I was thinking of which was, "I've been riveted to the CSPAN coverage of Sonya Sontomayor."
This is I believe day 43 where the temperature will top 100 degrees in San Antonio, and rain...well, I don't even remember rain.
That's not really any excuse, in truth I haven't been focused too much on writing these days outside of my office. I have been focused on primarily on being quiet, listening for direction, eliminating some things from our lives that were taking our lives in a direction that was not pleasing to us, and I'm sure not to God.
This has been a tough season, weather-wise and life-wise. However we're getting through it and we're on the right path. It has been a lonely path at times and will continue to be for a while. So there are still some hills to climb, perhaps some rough seas and there are some adjustments which require Amy and me to continue to focus...on Amy and me.
Plus, it is still hot as Hell.
Please know we're fine. We'll be better.
The dogs are fine...they'll never be better. I've resigned myself to the fact that we attract psychologically damaged dogs.
The job is fine, better than it has been in a while, and I have nothing to complain about, which may also have resulted in a bit of writer's block since complaining is always a good way to start my writing juices.
There are better times ahead. I will write more, but some chapters of this stage of our lives are best held close to the vest...for now.
Amy and I are looking ahead...and seeing wonderful things to come.
The rough seas behind us, thanks entirely to God's grace.