Late for my own funeral …

BREAKFAST !

Okay, so … it wasn’t just me and ol’ Max Lucado heading to — say, TeleWink’s — for breakfast together. Nope. It was a Do slated for the Westin at the Galleria, sponsored by a funeral home group, and a whole bunch of other mens in cloth (womens, too, I assume) were invited. For fun, I was tempted to wear a dress cassock.

But, dear and faithful readers, y’all know I just moved. And — hey! I’m right near the Southwest Fwy! That’s the ticket!

Not.

At least not yesterday.

Three successive wrecks within the span of my 20 minute drive resulted in a 50 minute drive that garnered only a few miles.

Max missed me, no doubt.

Had I met him I was going to be sorely tempted to ask about the “Joseph took cold showers for nine months” quote from one of his books.

Sad part, to boot: It was Thursday and, had I not been under the impression I was going to be fed well, I was looking forward to a breakfast of Grape Nuts with 1%.

Simple pleasures.

C’est la vie.