Or so I'm told.  Many times.  Yesterday morning, to be precise, to everyone they introduced me to at their church.

I agree with everyone. *smile*

It was a lovely weekend -- admittedly, part of me was running away from the heat (they have delicious a/c, and the area they live in was a few degrees cooler than Denver), and another part of me was running away from the issues with which I'm currently dealing.

Sometimes we just need to retreat, no?

We had lots of lovely conversations, thankfully nothing personal (remember, I was taking a break from my issues) -- mostly about the church -- generally and specifically.  I was encouraged to note that the "guest pastor" at their church that morning (the recent seminary-grad son of their former pastor), along with a fellow recent seminary-grad friend, are hoping to do a church plant in Denver.  Hmm.  The g'rents promise me they'll keep me updated on the status, and perhaps I'll check it out when they figure out how to jump past all the loopholes their denomination keeps requiring.

This week is my last week of teaching (huzzah!).  As much fun as it has been talking to kids about sex and chastity, I'm ready for it to be over.  Indeed, I've told El Capitan that I've reached my quota for the next decade.  I will be starting up a gals small group this fall, but I'm much better one-on-one than I am in front of a big group (or so I insist, despite those who tell me I'm actually not too terrible at teaching.  "Yeah, you're just glad it wasn't you," I retort).

Oh, and Friday night I saw Third Day in concert.  For free. Certainly worth the price of admission.  I wasn't overwowed, but it was fun, especially hanging out with two dear ladies and their youngest sons, one of whom defends me to the other by insisting I'm a "cool girl."  Yep.  A ten-year-old has a crush on me.

Today the weather looks like it shall stay below 100 degrees.  Which is exciting.

Even if I'm currently wearing a sweater.