Dodging

In the interest of full disclosure, I need to confess that I cut a class this week.  I repent.  I cut it because 1. I was exhausted, and 2. we really don't do a whole heck of a lot there.  We're all fairly miserable, and I couldn't justify torturing myself for two hours when I was already a zombie.

I'm telling you this because I received untold grief and agony from my class for this.  They all wanted my bishop's phone number and e-mail (I did put the church number on the board so they would see that I wasn't hiding anything, but it's so expensive to call I knew they wouldn't do it) so they could report me.  I won't give out his e-mail address. :)  Keep in mind that this grief and agony is coming from the very people who dodge class as well, sometimes on a regular basis.  There are people who have missed more classes than they've attended, but I miss ONCE and get abused?!  Where's the hospitality in that?!

Yeah, I know, they love me.  I feel it.  Really.

And we're back to wretchedly hot weather.  The tragedy here is that it's really hard for me to think big theological thoughts when it's oppressively hot.  And no A/C anywhere.  And then to sit at a laptop that generates heat... ugh.  Please pray for perseverance.  And that the ibuprofen does its job quickly when required.