Update: Made through the week without further incident! Still reading Contagious Faith by Phil Lawler, and still recommending it.
Saturday I almost blew my head off lighting a propane grill. (I usually cook pigs on wood, but it was raining and I wasn't at home.) Luckily my burns were not too bad. Mrs. Curley is happy one of my eyebrows is much shorter than it was.
Monday I was picking weeds at home and almost stuck my hand in a copperhead's mouth. I did kill it.
Today I was stung by a wasp when moving an old pallet.
Nothing ever happens to me. Is it a warning that I should get my life (my soul) in order?
If the pattern holds, I can't wait until Friday!
Oremus pro invicem!
