Is it Milk?

Today was my day off again. It was wonderful. After breakfast, I returned to my bed, and drifted in and out of sleep, in a relaxed, warm, peaceful state. I felt like I was in a hot tub. I would pray a little, drift off to sleep, wake up five minutes later, and repeat. When I did arise for good, I head to a local coffee shop for a caramel soymilk latte. Mmmm. I journaled, ate some chocolate that I had hidden in my backpack, nursed my coffee, and eventually had a great discussion with a few other people in the place who noticed that I talk weirdly. (Actually they all talk weirdly but don’t know it!)
In other news, our special preservative-chocked milk on board expires in a mere ten months! We had better start drinking the stuff! Does anyone else begin to wonder when milk expires eleven months after it is processed? Good thing that we found a meagre stash of soymilk! My stomach is delighted to know that it shall be lactose free for a while again! All of this reminds me of a discussion I once had with my cousins in the days of ‘I Can’t Believe its Not Butter’ with Fabio. Well, there was a generic brand of margarine named ‘Is it Butter?’ We weren’t sure. Is it butter? Is it cardboard? Or plastic? Anyway, is this really milk?

This evening, I ran the soundboard for our ship gathering. It was a challenge to setup and was fun. Jim DeBoer would have been proud of me. (He is the man who pretty much everything, but in particular does all of the technical stuff at First Reformed church.) Afterwards, it was time to offer my second guitar lesson.

And last, but not least, our ship is scheduled to depart this port for Liberia on May 4!