I’m getting out of here. Out of the city, up the coast, and into the beautiful wooded foothills of Malibu. I’m going to take deep breaths and feel my lungs and head clear up. I’m going to count stars, and I’ll probably lose count because there are just so many. I’m going to sit with a bunch of teenagers to talk about God and life and, you know, stuff.
While I’m gone, I’ll miss you. But I hope you are having too wonderful a weekend to miss me back.