The kids and I went to church this morning. Dad had to preach in Jacksonville–it’s not too far. They are currently in a vacancy so they call and ask him to come and fill in from time to time. There was talk about his name being on the call list there, but one of the men whose involved with the high school has told them he thinks he’s pretty happy where he is. There have been occasional inquiries like this over the past several years regarding call lists and interviews. He tells them he’s happy here.

One the way home I stopped by the store. I was short on ingredients for sick food. So I picked up some ginger ale and Sprite and a rotisserie chicken for chicken soup. I know soda is not the greatest thing for you but in the case of being sick, the sugars that are in it actually give the body energy more than plain water especially in the case of fevers. It’s not something I recommend drinking every day, but with ice and a glass jar there is something simple to it. Old wives tales are not complicated.

The rest of the non-sick kids went out to eat with Grandma and Dad. Ethan stayed in town to watch the NCAA Division I volleyball championship at Grandma’s house and then was headed over to Laura’s. Last I heard they were making cookies. The rest of us spent the Sunday afternoon and evening home. My phone told me today I’ve had a 22-week streak of less activity and less calories burned since mid-summer. I haven’t been trying much to get steps in lately but I didn’t realize it’d been that long.