I am no longer camping in spirit. My spirit decided NFL football was more interesting than another night of supposedly freezing in a tent.
I tell ya, these 4 day work weeks are a bitch. They seem to last longer. Then they make the 5 day work week that follows unbearable. Toss in a small lull and I feel like I am a couple fries short of a happy meal.
This weekend is the last stop for Drinking for Jesus. The season has come and gone. St. Gregory the Great marks the last hurrah. Time to hoist a cup of beer up to the Lord and thank him for another good year.
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