Today was noteworthy (as the Sabbath day should be, to start every week). I met dear friends at church this morning and in our apartment community afterward. I love these people, who are like family to my companion Kay & me.
My personal, new-normal linger longer is outside the meetinghouse, immediately following our 45-minute sacrament service. (Feels good to relieve my back, lower the mask, and breathe freely — a few social feet away, of course.) It’s my natural way to reconnect with friends I don’t see elsewhere. I’m in no hurry, being home in Ogden already; and Sister Cannon is busy on “the other side”, helping others come closer to Christ.
My “front room” at the apartments is welcoming with a big-screen TV that is rarely used, a communal kitchen, and a baby grand piano I play. Friendly meetings are small on Sunday afternoon and growing larger every Monday evening for “Come, Follow Me” discussions. Wednesday movie nights are getting started, recalling Thursday movie nights Kay & I introduced in that social room around 2006. Life is good
