White roofs, bright stars, and crunchy grass. Last day of
January. After church the annual meeting will occur. I’m worried that our
little congregation can’t maintain Fr. David. If we move to a lay ministry, I
will not stay. I will go back to my own version of spiritual connection. There’s
always Brookings but I’m not in favor of the drive. Bone broth is bubbling and
a chicken will be roasting. Hope for a long walk later when it warms up.
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