…that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39. (KJV)
I had a lovely weekend. On Saturday, I shopped for my upcoming trip to Phoenix, where I will be promoting “McKettrick’s Luck” in all manner of places, including an animal shelter and an art gallery. In the case of the shelter, it’s more a matter of promoting adoption of pets. There are so many, just waiting for a place to love and be loved.
On Sunday, I took my mom, Hazel, out for an early birthday celebration, and we had a great time together. She’ll be 78 on Wednesday, and she looked so pretty in her bright red winter coat. Her smile, I’m telling you, lights up a room. Arriving home, I was greeted with copious joy by the dogs, and that oh-you-again thing the cats do. (They were glad to see me, too. They just don’t want word to get around. Cats, you see, think dogs are hopelessly emotional and WAY too effusive!)
After dumping the Wal-Mart bags and properly greeting the furry ones, I paid a visit to Cleopatra. (I told you I’m the poster child for Grace.) No big jackpots this time, but I’m up a hundred bucks.
Today, a ‘witcher’ will visit, to find water for the barn well. Tomorrow, the excavation begins. It’s happening! Tomorrow, a photographer from the Spokesman-Review, our local newspaper, will come to take pictures for an upcoming feature story on yours truly. Tomorrow, some new furniture will be delivered and, as if all that weren’t ENOUGH, “McKettrick’s Luck” will be in stores everywhere! Wow.
In the midst of all this, I’m writing a new book. No rest or the wicked. Or me, either!
