I woke up to an inbox full of e-mails from the Pastor, who wanted to video chat with me first thing this morning.
I called him, only to hear him complain that I was wearing the same thing I was the last time we chatted. Of course I was! He called me last night, we video chatted, I went to bed, I woke up and called him again. There were no wardrobe changes.
In an effort to make him happy, I took my sleep-shirt off. Now he was, oddly, really displeased. He's not that kind of Pastor.
So I ran to the freezer and grabbed the package of steaks I bought for his return home next week, and I covered up with those. Maybe I could entice him with meat.
But this didn't have the desired
effect either. He was laughing too hard to talk about anything.
And I was getting frostbite.