The water is heated in the Keruig, and coffee is pouring into the cup.
The unpacking is pretty much done, all the cardboard boxes broken down and tossed away. My books are on the shelves, the ones that survived the culling. Lately, I have come to the realization that I have not read as many books as I used to. Now, a lot of my reading is done with this darn smartphone. I am determined to change that, catch up on the unread books, revisit the read ones. And hopefully, I will recapture the joy of holding a printed work in my hands.
I am still working at getting a new deacon assignment here in the South Shore. There are some leads, we will just have to let the process workout.