This book keeps sliding to the back burner. Not that my smooth-top stove is tilting or
anything. It’s just that my schedule
keeps getting skewed. I need a dose of
will power.
One example of the time-chewer-uppers: I volunteered to teach the Minor
Prophets. It seemed like a good idea at
the time. But I get lost in
details. It’s in my blood or
something. When I read something I don’t
know, I start Googling. Before you know it,
two hours have passed! Curiosity is
about to kill the mouse.
I finally finished the prophets and picked up the pile of notes I
made whenever an idea for a good Mouse story popped up. What the heck was I thinking when I jotted
this on a torn piece of paper from a yellow pad: “Sleeveless Pajama Pants”? I have no idea. Another notes says, “Rain on Beck’s
Calendar.” Huh? Unfortunately, I do remember what this note
was about: “Slot Machine=Paper Shredder.”
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