This week my grandma Laurie has been in for a visit. She’s my last surviving grandparent. My wife has none. Having her around brings back all those great memories of being a young boy. I lived with her and Grandpa Len during fifth grade down in southern California, right next to the beach.

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To come into the room and see her sitting elegantly erect, reading spectacles perched precisely, and soaking up her well-worn, well-read, well-marked brown leather-bound bible is a comfort.

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My wife and I were up really late watching Warehouse 13, our new mutually adored show. We ate English muffins with peanut butter and honey (from the hives of SMA), sliced local peaches, home-made salsa (made from tomatoes from our yard) and chips.

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Reminds me of the show The Lost Door which I highly recommend.

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I woke up really early, went for a walk. There was a thunderstorm the night before, and the sky was still cloudy and the streets still wet. It was perfect.

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After hanging out all morning with the family we headed to church. I had a nagging headache. Not enough water? Not enough sleep? Sunday School was quite inspiring. I’ve been in a plateau. It’s time to step it up a notch. Lesson was Faith in Every Footstep.

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All in all a very enjoyable Sabbath. Super-relaxing. I just hope I can get a good night’s sleep. I am absolutely chomping on the bit to get to work on Monday. It’s time to get in a game!