After dinner, we prepared for a short walk, driven by 21-foot-trailer fever. As we donned jackets, carrier and Zoe, Slick realized he hadn’t yet combed his hair today.

Meanwhile, I’ve been pondering the solidity of pigs versus that of rocks, trees, bushes or goats – and which would cause a low-flying airplane the least damage. Apparently pigs are right up there with rocks! Who knew!

In direct answer to your prayers, God is gracing us with much humor and many unforeseen opportunities as we reverse our roles for the month. Thank you for praying!