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Today was another big day...

First, it is the last working day before my big day. I go back to preaching this Sunday. My mom says that I am like a cat on a hot tin roof. I cannot sit still. I pace all over and I am fidgety. I can only guess that it is because of this Sunday. The church (which, I am gateful for) is really making a big deal over this Sunday. This will be my first Sunday back, so, yeah, I'm a little nervous.

Second, I got my license. If you have been following my blog, you know what a big deal this is. I feel now that I have a level of independence that I did not have before. I drove to my wife's business while she was at work by myself. It felt great to be behind the wheel again. I DID have a laughing fit at her office (I don't know if I said anything that funny or if it was a part of what the Dr. told me to expect.)  But, anyway, I drove alone for the first time since December 8th. Boy, did it feel good.

Third, I ran across the street. Now, normally I am not supposed to run and I am not supposed to now, but I was experimenting. It felt weird. I have absolutely NO coordination. I was not able to run like I could before. (as a side note, it will be funny when I am allowed to play basketball again to see if I am able to run then). The running was not bad, like I did not feel bad afterward, but I just do not have any coordination at all.

Next, I went out to Kin Folks to celebrate the fact that I got my license back. It was really good. I have not been to Kin Folks for about 3 or 4 months. Tonight I went out with my wife, my 2 girls and my parents. (My son was at a basketball game). I had a hard time, in fact I could not, finish it all. Whatever the night, I had a big day.

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