Windy Whisps

I'm pleased with my sermon; I went to bed last night with the sermon finished, which is rare for me. Usually I spend Sunday morning creating/tinkering with the ending. I've had some extra time, which is unusual for a Sunday. So here are some random thoughts, a Sunday version: --The wind is howling outside, 17 miles per hour with gusts up to 30. It's been windy for days, with dropping temperatures, a rawness that makes me grateful for all the warm autumn days we had for the past two months. Should I bundle up and go for a walk at 6 a.m. anyway? The answer is yes, but it remains to be seen if I will. [I did not go for a walk; I am a wimp this morning.]--I've been making poetry submissions this morning. For years, I didn't submit to journals who charged a fee. This year, I've decided to include them. I'm still not submitting at the level I was in the early years of this century. Back then, I had hope that if I had more publications, I could get the kind of tenure track job that I have…

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