Next weekend is my District Convention. My wife has, in all capital letters, written "DISTRICT CONVENTION" on the calender in the kitchen.
I told her I'm not going. Look, it's too cramped, I have some physical problems that will not allow me to sit, like a grasshopper for hours and hours. So she says we can go for the public talk on Sunday afternoon.
I will do everything I can to NOT go, but I may have to. I sure don't look forward to it.
Maybe Armageddon will come this week and I won't have to go. I may start praying for it.
Warlock