not feeling well. The proverbial Mack truck (do they even make those now?) head on feeling.
Church was pretty good yesterday. I thought we had a nice discussion about authentic Christianity, focusing in on five characteristics that should be exhibited in a Christian. I really liked the study during the week and was afraid that it would fall flat in class, as that usually happens when I like something. Wonder why that is? Anyways, it didn’t happen, so that was cool.
After the service, SU and I went with Pop to the Dinner Bell for lunch. He seems to be doing fine, as fine as one can be when they are lonely for companionship. No negative talk, so no arguments.
The plantation is a mess right now, I need to get it back in control. Slaves are like children sometimes, always wanting something for nothing. Can’t really complain but why not? Seems like everyone else does these days.
What is it with people expecting perfection from others but never themselves? Particularly from politicians. I mean, they’re people too, right? Why do we have such high expectations for them and deliver such low performance from ourselves?