Dear God,

Good morning! And it is a glorious morning with clear and crisp weather. The woman You sent to run my life and tell me what to do is in Pennsylvania for two days, and after my f2f meeting and lunch there is nothing for me to do but watch sports and play with grand-kids. While I'm on the subject of little ones, they are now at the age where they prefer to play with other kids, and they are turning into flat leavers. See if You can scare up another baby or two or three. If needed, put more men on the job. It's nine a.m. and I don't know where the time has gone. Can I have some back? I didn't think so, but it was worth a shot. This abstinence thing is working out pretty good. One of Your better gadgets, and I could use just one more day. The woman has left me some meals, but for today my heart is thinking limburger cheese sandwich with raw onion on black bread with Dr. Brown's Celery Tonic. All I need do is keep all windows and doors open till she comes home. Gee, I hate these weekends, tee-hee. Please don't ever make me grow up. Being an adult sucks. Let the ladies do that as they are so much better at it, besides, someone has to raise us. Time to take care of the three s's and get out. Take good care of my family, friends, fellow loopies, those who still suffer, and all the folks I don't like. Provide me with the power to do and the knowledge of Your will just for today. This world is a pretty good thing, thanks.

And Why Not?
The Recovery Group

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