The wind has been blowing loudly from the south for the past 24 hours; due to the shitty state of our skirting, I have already undertaken two search and rescue missions.
Working on the family tree again to-day; the chuck roast is sitting refrigerated in its groovy rub for a few hours before I pull it out this afternoon for a slow grill.
Father, thank You for the weekend, and it's recuperative value. I join my prayers with those from all over the world asking that You would turn the hearts of those who have left the Church back to You and the fold. Be near, Lord.