This morning, PH and brother-in-law and sister-in-law and I went through the ton of stuff in their van, the official follow vehicle for the team as they rode across the US. There were a lot of leftovers. Some of the nonperishable food will go to the Food Bank. Some of the perishable stuff went into our fridge. There is still a goodly amount of the various GatorAde-PowerAde-HammerNutritition-ClifBar stuff here. I expect it will be consumed over the next few months by PH's pedaling buddies, the Saint Peter's Pedalers.
The first of several loads of wash are in the washing machine. Pretty ripe!
PH woke up in the middle of the night and thought he was still in the RV, and that it was stopped because it was time for another cyclist exchange, and where was his stuff? When his brother woke up this morning, he said he had the same experience.
I think it will take a few days for PH to decompress. He's still pretty emotional about his team-member's accident, and feels somewhat responsible. As for me, I'm super happy to have him home, but also a little unused to having someone else in the house.
So, too, are the cats, who are snubbing him for abandoning them to my harsh care (not really) for two weeks.
Second sermon in the Abraham series tomorrow, on Sarah and Hagar, the power struggles between people who have no power, and what happens when you get impatient with God delivering on God's promises. It's tolerable, but not one of my best. I'm hoping the spirit will descend for the Akedah sermon for next week. We shall see.
Time to put in the next load of laundry...