We are on our fifth day of overcast and unseasonably cool-damp weather. It certainly is not helping that “black dog” that follows me.

I feel a little like Paul (the apostle, not the beetle)  “…So to keep me from becoming proud, I was given a thorn in my flesh…” 2 Corinthians 12:7. We never are told what Paul’s “thorn” is, so we get to fill in the blank with whatever affliction that fits our need. For today I choose that Paul also suffered from depression.

While the damp and lack of sun has slowed me down, the one brite spot I have found is that it also slows down the insects. At least this allows a much closer approach with the ones you  do find out and about.

I feel for the folks up in the northeast with the heat wave they are enduring. But, I for one am indeed ready for our return to the heat and the sun. Even if it makes the stalking for bugs a little more challenging.

I need to see my shadow outside my body rather than inside ††† en theos ††† jlawrence