All is progressing well on the packing, sorting, and throwing out front.
Also progressing on the training of the replacements at work.
My job is being divided between two people.
I feel smug.
Of course, they have other duties as well, so I won't get too cocky.
And now I am sick. I mean rip-roaring-headache-fever-sore-throat sick. And yes, I'm at work. Hugging everyone. Well, not really, since I work with all guys.
Here is the funny part. I have a women's retreat this weekend at which I am leading worship. But I can't talk. One of the young guys at work (who thinks he's funny-and there is only one funny person here) says, "It's obvious God loves me more, since I haven't been sick all winter."
To which I replied, "Yes, but I'm a bigger threat to the Devil".
And some other smarty says..."Why, are you trying to take his job?"
Oh, wait...that was a slam.
I'm too sick to care. Or to retaliate.