As YHC dutifully departed his abode this morning, he noted that his normal path through the cut-de-sac was blocked by a large, yellow oak tree in the street.  

YHC thought to himself, “Self, in all the years that I have lived here, my path has never been blocked by a large, yellow oak tree in the road. I’d better investigate further.”

Further investigation revealed that the object was not, in fact, a downed oak tree, but was, in fact, a large piece of yellow chalk.  It was, in fact, the largest piece of yellow chalk that YHC had ever witnessed in a cul-de-sac at 5 am.

Recognizing this as a sign from the heavens, YHC procured the large piece of chalk and determined it would be put to use in the gloom, so it was wedged into the SUV and transported to the gloomy climes of an actual oak… in fact The Mighty Oak. 

There we found Peart Plus already an hour into a vest-wearing beat down.   The chalk was used to document our proceedings in the parking lot.  As legend has it, even all these hours later the students are in awe of what went down on their normally placid campus.

After the chalk talk, we prayed it out for Estwing’s daughter’s broken wrist and other intentions, and a few of us were able to venture over to the Gilead ‘bux, where Crocs had established a beach head.  Soon the Stretch crowd also arrived, appropriately sweaty and winded after a hard core round of pigeon and cobbler posing.  

All in all it was a great morning.  No balking, only chalking and talking.  

Finish out the week strong. 

Goat sends.