When does life slow down? Does it need to? I want it to – but when it does, I make it busy again. I keep it busy. Am I trying to hide something – perhaps from myself? It's working – I don't know what it is.

From where comes my incentive to continue doing what I do not want to do. I remind myself of the apostle Paul.

Joe said, “We should seek God's face and not his works. Seeking his works alone is like spiritual pornography.”

I want God, not just what He does.

The last few days have been very warm.

I went to work Monday morning, but decided to work from home in the afternoon since most everyone was gone for memorial day. I'm not sure that was a practical decision. My car was at least 120° inside when I pulled out, and it didn't seem much cooler by time I got home. (I don't have air conditioning in my car.)

A recent poll requested feedback on what areas of improvement NoLessDays.org would benefit from most. A number of you voted and provided useful feedback... then there were the strawberries. You'd have to read the comments on the poll to to see how it had anything to do with strawberries. I would be interested to know if anyone did actually go picking. Anyhow, for the analysis...

Timothy is working for me.  I have him moving rocks out of my yard.  He carries them across the driveway, through the mud, over the creek, and throws them in a big rock pile in the woods.  Today he built a bridge over the creek so the wheelbarrow could make it to the other side.

I have a room of half-way finished drywall waiting for me, but when I came home this evening I headed outside with my new pick/mattock and shovel.  Some of the rocks were just too big for Timothy to move alone.

The funny part is how small the rocks look.  It looks like a rock the size of a football sticking up just enough to catch with a lawn mower. Feeling it out with the pick, it becomes clear that the rock is bigger.