It has been a long day. Up, dressed and out of the house by 0530; not back till 1730. That makes for a long day. Keeping these kind of hours, coupled with the flurry of end-of-school activities with my boys has left me a tired man. I can tell when I get tired on the inside. My thoughts become more random. My attention is shorter and I contemplate temptations much more than I should. I seem to cut out time in the Word. Prayer time suffers. Rest is needed. An interest is needed... Fishing? That's exactaly what I was thinking...how long till the weekend?
These rods were stacked against the door to our cabin during the Galveston trip. Great memory!
