Sitting at McDonald’s and watching my son play with a bunch of kids. I remember those days, although when I was a kid, they didn’t have these giant play areas. We just brought in rocks from outside to play with. Or maybe dead rodents if we were one of the lucky ones.
And we liked it.
On a side note, I think Dante wrote “The Inferno” in a McDonald’s play area.
I don’t know if it’s the meds or the presence of the master within, but I’m not too worried about this shutdown business. It may sound a little cliche for people who don’t know what it feels like, but I know the work situation is in bigger and better hands than the government of the US or anywhere else.
Scripture tells me not to worry, so I won’t right now. Nobody wants this, but it’s here. Let’s use it for the best, and do something good.
But maybe not expensive, because it’s still going to eat up my vacation time.
A Work in Progress 