10 hard-chargers sallied forth on a cool, crisp morning that made us all yearn for hot cocoa and a crackling fire.

Thug was first on scene.  He sat in his car for a while, presumably to get his do-rag properly situated for such a cool, crisp morning.  

Sudz crept in, almost incognito. Macbeth rolled in still grinning after a long week reuniting with his drinking crew… I mean his high school buddies… from NJ.  Cally arrived with his bionic brace. Caesar, Blackbae, Kid Rock and the Mobe-ster all arrived from various directions in the nick of time, or not-quite-in-the-nick-of-time.

Thus assembled, the crew adjourned to the lower forty to commence the proceedings.  The pax circled up and each person was assigned some pain.  Some even had pain toys to facilitate their assignments.  Each person enjoyed several opportunities to serve as timer as we rotated and revolved around the circle.  The entire affair was made more official with chalk documentation.  

Throughout the morning there was much grunting, groaning, complaining, belly-aching, whining, sniffling, crying, blubbering, gaslighting, demogoguery, debauchery, sloth, and even some wailing and grinding of teeth. 

And then the Q simply disappeared into the thin air.  Or maybe it was thick air? It was certainly cool, crisp air.  Maybe the Q was raptured.  The pax were last seen wallowing on the ground in despair and there is a distinct possibility they all just went to coffee after the Q’s mysterious gone-ness.  

This is the truth about how we started the week at Berean.  Make it a great week gentlemen.

GG sends.