It's noon on Saturday and I'm sitting in Statesboro waiting on Andy Park. Andy is a songwriter that wrote one of my favorite worship songs. He is speaking at a conference in Augusta this weekend, but because of flight delays, he's a day late.
Life has been pretty hectic for the last month. Work has been one gigantic stressball, and I lost almost all of my employees. I only have two of my original people left. Plus they cut out all of our overtime, so I've been pinching pennies. Yay for me.
In the meantime, I'm enjoying a Vanilla Italian Cream Soda at a cool little place called Latte Da, right next to Georgia Southern. Cheers!