So I think this is a great picture of my current life. I live behind the roach coach and the porta potty. I swear, I heard that roach coach horn, and I thought, no, no!! They are not coming into my neighborhood to sell grease to construction workers. Surely, it can't get any worse than living 25 minutes from life (aka Starbucks and humanity). It's April Fools' Day, I'm going to wake up from this really bad "Green Acres" nightmare where I live in the country. I just know it! But then, just like "Groundhog Day" I wake up to another day in earth-world -- where the women garden and don't know why anyone would get a pedicure. (If I have to explain it, it's useless, you know?) I'm on Mars, or I might as well be. Okay, this is an order, go kiss your telephones, wave at the local Starbucks, and if you're lucky enough to have a real coffee roaster in town? Don't tell me. I can't take anymore! Lest you think I'm just complaining, I am really isolated, and all my ministries have evaporated because I don't see anyone. I pray that God has something great for us, and this is just a respite for preparation. : ) I'm not looking for sympathy, just whining. LOL