So when Han Solo moves the lever and hyperdrive finally kicks in, and the stars in front of the Millennium Falcon go from points to streaks, all racing past the viewer's perspective...that's what this month has felt like.
Every now and then there's a month that comes up where, when we turn the calendar page and look at it, all we can do is sigh.
With Gainesville losing to Chantilly last weekend, and with their own 18-0 drubbing of the low-down spying-on-our-warmups Southwestern Wildcats, the Springfield Wolves are now assured of a playoff spot, which in turn means practices and games and etc. just keep right on coming. Spend plan meetings at work are in full flower, with six down and another 16 to go before Thanksgiving; I have two services to lead coming up at the Lincolnia Senior Center; and David was promoted to Second Class at the Court of Honor for his Boy Scout troop Monday night. Lest we forget the driving range times with the troop for the golf merit badge, or the soccer games and (rare, now) practices for the Blue Lightning, or Redeemer's Song practice each Sunday, or Staff-Parish three-hour-long committee meetings (I'm told it's not polite to gnaw off one's own leg to escape, but it's tempting sometimes), or...argh, what else am I missing, what's that thing we do 40-plus hours each week...what is it, what is it...
I always wondered how the Millennium Falcon was able to avoid running into any of those streaking stars. I wish us some luck in avoiding that fate these next few weeks too.
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