Sunday

Moody's was up several times in the night dressed and packing to "go home".  This morning I couldn't find him and he was in the car with the blinkers on.  He doesn't have a key, but scary nonetheless.  He didn't want to see "that woman" which is me.  He was willing to go to church this morning at our neighbor's church, Chapel in the Pines.  And we both enjoyed the service very much.  The sermon was about "home", not a building but a place of peace with God.  Most apprapo!