6:20 am

Two splendid (and massive) deer up in the south pasture this morning, no doubt munching on windfall apples. MeeMaw was about to wash her hair, and I told her, "I'm going to ease on up to the pasture to see if there are any deer." I crept up to the fence line, and sure enough, there they were. The wind must have been right, because it didn't take any time at all until one of them snorted; they broke and ran for the woodlot, and it was a fine thing to watch them streak for cover, illuminated by the high half-moon.



I see that Joe Biden is to be Barack Hussein Obama's running mate. Hardly earth-shattering news, but the mainstream media (MSM) tried very hard to turn the announcement into some sort of momentous vigil, like the naming of a new pope or the unveiling of a new soft drink. What was it that The Who sang? "Meet the new boss...same as the old boss..."?



MeeMaw has to work today. I'll be finishing up my Sunday School lesson (next week will conclude this semester, and then I'll be teaching on An Overview of the Gospels) and puttering around the house. This afternoon, after MeeMaw gets home and rests for a bit, we're heading up into Clintwood, Virginia to visit one of my elderly patients. He's a dear man and a precious brother in Christ. More on him tonight.



We haven't had any rain for quite some time, so we finally had to break out the garden hose last night and hook it up to the well pump. We gave everything a good drink, so the flora at Possum Cough should look pretty perky today. It was nice to see the crape myrtle tree that we planted finally blooming - a deep, red-velvet-cake color. I also walked down the driveway and watered our rogue pumpkin plant. It's all about husbanding one's resources, you see.



Before I start working on my lesson, Purrl wanted to make sure everyone starts the day with a big smile:

We love all of y'all...