Operator...can you connect me?
Sometimes God whispers to us. Sometimes He shouts at us. But usually, it's just a normal, conversational tone...like today. The weekend is over and it's back to the grind. At my house, that means hubby heads to Chicago again for a couple of days. I took our youngest to school and dropped him off. When I returned, Randy was dressed and ready to go, sitting at the dining room table with his laptop already fired up, tapping away at the keyboard. I served up his favorite: eggs and toast with a 'go-cup' of coffee. I'm a multi-tasker. I recently learned that multi-tasking is a fallacy. We can't really do more than one thing at a time effectively. Maybe that's true...then I just do lots of different things, one after another with no stopping in between. While the eggs were frying, and the bread was toasting, I unload the dishwasher. Flip the eggs. Butter the toast. Load the dirty dishes. Serve the breakfast....