I’m still packing, but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, and it’s not a train that’s going to kill me. There’s good news.
Jene’ is very tired, and she came in to check on my progress (my goal is to be in bed by 11 – ha ha). I was putting a pair of undies in my backpack should I be separated from my luggage for more than a few hours.
I was telling her I was packing a pair of underwear in my backpack and she stared at me, then told me I could pray in whatever underwear I had on. Apparently she heard me say I was packing prayer underwear.
We haven’t had a Sprint moment like that in ages.
Back to packing.