I was remembering a book I read a looooooong time ago, so long ago that I don't remember much about it, written by Beverly Cleary entitled "Dear Mr. Henshaw" and it was supposedly the journal of this young boy, and his teacher had instructed him that he was to write his journal as if he was writing a letter to someone (at least that's how I remember it. Could be totally wrong). And I figured that this blog is much like a journal (only I'm bearing my soul for many people I know (and probably many that I don't) to come and read), so I thought for at least the next couple of entries I would write it as if it were a letter to someone. Just for a change of pace. Mix it up a little. So I had to come up with a name. And because I feel bad for that Ukranian man who was poisoned and now has a disfigured face, I thought I would write me entries to him. So now my entries will be letters to Mr. Yushchenko.
Anyway, it's after church and I was sitting in my office and doing a little after worship clean-up when a synapses in my brain misfired and gave me this idea. So I felt inspired to write it down. But now I'm hungry and wondering why I am still at church. So I'm leaving. Ta ta.