A WEEK IN THE LIFE: FRIDAY

(Due to circumstances within my control, I’m starting it up again.)

Let us not speak of Thursday. Friday began, after a tempest-tossed and nearly sleepless night, at the same time (7:20) and under the same circumstances (me alone in the house).

I had a funeral today, for a woman whom I’ve never met. But I knew who she was. She’d been a custodian and Sunday-school teacher at our church for a few decades. She’d moved away and transferred her membership, but ours was still the church she considered “home.” And with good reason; she literally knew the ups and downs of every floor tile in the building.
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