Day’s Verse:
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.
Matthew 9:35

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.

One thought on “My Body is a Falling-Down Temple

  1. Aww it sounds like you have exactly what I’ve been dealing with all week, but there’s no way you could have caught it from me… unless one of my sneezes traveled on the wind. : )

    I hope you feel better!!

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