Go, you chicken fat, go away!

So in my church we have what's called ministering.  It used to be called home teaching.  This is where you are assigned to a family to check in on them, usually monthly.  It's changed a bit now that it's called ministering.  You don't do a monthly report, but you have quarterly interviews with the Elder's Quorum Presidency to see how you're doing and your families are doing.  For a couple of years my families have been high counsil members.  Basically that means they're pretty solid.  I certainly don't check in on them every month.  They don't need it.  However, I was also assigned to the daughter of one of these high councilman.  She lives with her parents.  I should say lived.  She died a week ago from a severe asthma attack.  And guess who never went to meet her.  Yep.  Her ministering brother.  Me.

Today is the funeral.  I told the father that if there's anything he needed from me in preparation for the funeral, to let me know.  Yesterday I got a call from the Elder's Quorum President asking if I was going to the funeral.  I said that I was planning on it.  He then asked me a favor if I'd be willing to do it.  Apparently there is something in the church handbook about having someone watch your house while you are at a funeral.  I guess some people learn of the funeral and take advantage of that time to break into your house while you're gone.  Isn't that just the lowest of the low?  Who would do that?

So, that's what I'll be doing today.  I got up early and decided to just do one loop so that I would have time to shower and get ready.  My pace was 30 seconds faster than yesterday's.  I'm pretty sure I saw Edythe Ray on the opposite side of the Floodway.  I ran the loop clockwise today because I saw a zanjero truck and wanted to see if it was someone I knew.  But I didn't recognize him.