I don't have much to say today, except that it is my birthday and I had to go to the dentist to be tortured this morning. Half my mouth is numb, so eating will be difficult.

EDIT: After I got home from the dentist, I went back out to the bank and then to the church to pick up some things I had left there Sunday. Then I went by my parents' house. When I got there, there was a police officer back at the shop with my dad. The neighbors had tried to steal 3 large tools - the stump grinder, the chipper/shredder, and (I think) the lawnmower. Somehow they were scared off and just left those things sitting at the fence line. I was looking at the officer thinking he looked familiar - and then realized where I had seen him. I told him, "I know you - you've been to our church several times." He asked what church. I told him "First Baptist Genoa" and he said, "Oh, yeah!" It was G. L. Shaeffer. He couldn't remember the pastor's name and I told him. He said, "Yeah, Meeks - he's a nice guy." So there you go, Herb. You got a compliment today.