The day ends -- the third Sunday of our Sabbatical. We are in Charlotte, our home for one week. Last night I wrote a one paragraph blog about a Fed Ex truck that turned over and caused so much delay on the highway ahead that it took us two and a half hours to go 20 miles. The paragraph was so boring that I deleted it, shut the computer and went to sleep. We were eager to rest up and have a nice Sunday. Here are a few pictures I took during that stretch.

This morning we went to Sovereign Grace PCA here in Charlotte. It has been fun comparing churches as to building, friendliness, singing, etc. Tonight we worshiped at Redeemer OPC, which meets in the chapel of Reformed Theological Seminary (RTS), where I would have to say we felt the most at home so far. This in spite of the fact that we got up and moved halfway through the service to a new spot because the fluorescent light in the drop ceiling just above us started attempting a strobe light show in the middle of the reading of scripture. I could almost hear a headache forming. We managed a rather inconspicuous relocation. Our children would have been mortified. This empty nest thing can be liberating.

Sunday nap? Oh, yes. Sunday drive? Definitely. I had started knitting during the long wait on the highway to pass the time, and kept doing it as we drove. This is my excuse for not being more in tune with the map as we approached Charlotte. I am the type of person that needs to know where I am on the map, I need to have my directions correct, and I need to know where the next curve in the road will take us. I had it in my head that we were approaching Charlotte from the west but it was really from the north. I got so turned around just getting from the interstate to our hotel I could barely find my way out my own car door. So driving around today was a necessity.

We have already concluded that there are exactly zero straight roads anywhere in the city, and a wrong turn cannot be corrected by turning at the next street and reconnecting with the same road. It reminds me of the area where Lance and Emily live. Sometimes when I first drove around there, entire stores seemed to move to other side of the street, and side roads Emily showed me completely disappeared when I tried to drive them. Today I had to reset my internal compass, not just for my own comfort but so that I can find my way around tomorrow after I drop Rev. off at school.

He is all settled in here in our room.

Which reminds me, I cannot keep the lights on too long. It is a school night!