So, in case I forget or end up running out of time (altogether likely today), we’re heading up into the mountains to our church ALPHA Retreat. No, Margie isn’t cooking up at Bear Trap Ranch (they have a good crew to do that), but she has volunteered to look after the infant population. I’m up there to act as font of wisdom and guru, gathering about me a utterly obedient shadow cult of —
— oh, um, sorry. I’m up there as a Small Group Facilitator, which I’ve been doing the past several Monday evenings, and will be for a few Monday evenings more. Though not this Monday evening.
Anyway, it’s just drop-dead gorgeous up there, and we expect to have a fun time (albeit sans blogging). And, of course, the alarm is turned on, our Rottweiler twins Rend and Sunder are on 4 hour shifts, and the guys in the black helicopters promised they’d keep an eye on things while we were gone. So … no funny stuff, hear?