Lunch

   Lunch yesterday was... shall we say... unique. It was just the Bishop and me. The Professor was biking through the mountains of Virginia, why? I have no idea, unless it's because he does have a young, beautiful wife and he wants to show her off, which I can't blame him. But, it should be at a Yankees game or political convention, someplace where everybody could see her, not just black bears and rhododendrons.
   And too, the Parson had been called to Tampa, I guess by God to do God stuff. Why Tampa? Like the biking... I have no idea. Maybe now it's Holy Land, Rome and Tampa. Sure changes things.
   Oh well, it was just as well.
   It was just as well, because I was a little down, no, I was a lot down and the Bishop is a wonderful person to be around when you're down. The man has an uplifting way about him. He's a great friend and a great listener. I know deep down inside he's probably thinking for me to 'get a life' but it it was amazing. Two hours later, my depression was gone. It was over. I hadn't written a word in two days, but last night, I wrote a full chapter.
   And, lunch might have been a tad better, if, when he asked me if I felt better and I answered yes, he hadn't sprung to his feet, screamed "yea..us, it's a mirr...uclle" and ran through the restaurant pumping his arms up and down shouting "praise the lord... it's a mirr...ucle". Of course, when he passed around the collection plate, we did get enough to cover lunch and a decent tip, so I can't complain.
   Oh well, we missed the Professor and the Parson, and if the Professor didn't have a heart attack and the Parson wasn't drawn up in some sort of Rapture, they'll soon be back where they belong. Meantime, for the Bishop... Thanks.
Dan