Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness.
My nose is a faucet. My eyes are flames. My head is a drum. By throat is sandpaper. My legs are rubber. My desire is sleep. My hope is 5:00; I endure to then.
Blah. A great thing happened this morning, but I have not the oomph to write it out now. Maybe this evening or tomorrow. Pictures of home and wedding will come soon, too.