This week was our semi-annual mission trip to the temple. They made that day our Preparation day, so of course we didn't have time to email. The temple is the most peaceful place to get clarity of mind and think about things. I love it.
We got a ride to the temple with Brother Daily in the ward. He picked us up in what he calls "the Lord's taxi." Good man.
Okay, I got to go. The Assistants somehow roped us into helping out in a move. The have a "good cop, bad cop" technique down pretty well. They call us, and we never know if it's going to be the nice, apologetic, complimenting missionary, or the demanding, cut-throat, angry one.