The other night I dreamed that I was sentenced to die by execution. I was sitting in the most bizarre prison cell, bizarre in the sense that there were no walls or doors, just four posts and a ceiling. It reminded me of pallet racking in a warehouse.

As my sentence was read to me (I missed the part about what crime I had committed), I learned that I was to be put to death by injection of a drug that would sit in my body dormant until I fell asleep, at which point it would activate and I would die peacefully.

I walked out of my cell and was greeted by a doctor who stuck a syringe in my neck and injected the drug. I was released from prison to enjoy my last day on planet earth.

I went to my job, where oddly enough I was still employed despite my stint in prison. I talked to my clients and attempted to schedule meetings, conference calls and launch dates. It was all pointless because I was going to be dead tomorrow. There was nothing I could do for them so I left work.

Next I found myself in a church meeting, where we were discussing budget items, missions funding and the building program. Again I found there to be little I could do, because in a few hours I was going to be dead.

I went home to my family, kissed and hugged both my wife and child. I felt a dread, as I realized that I should be doing something for my son, writing him a letter or making a video, so that he would have something to remember me by, something to know me by when he was older.

That evening I cooked my last meal - hamburgers on the grill. The air was moist and warm on my face - It was summer, and it had just rained. I closed my eyes and I could hear the sizzle of the meat, the droning of crickets, some kids playing ball down the block.

I found myself walking, down a sidewalk with tall brick buildings rising up on either side of me. To my left, I noticed a narrow opening, through which I could see a lush green courtyard. I entered the courtyard and took delight in the majestically perfect grass, the vivid flowers and the well-manicured trees. Suddenly the entire space was filled with a bright light as the sun broke through the clouds.

I continued to admire the beauty of the plants and the trees, now bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. I turned toward the sun and could see a brilliant rainbow, crossing over the sun like an inquisitive eyebrow.

I stood there in that lush green courtyard for the longest time, marveling at the work of God's hand. And I did not fear the coming night.

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I don't mean to be premature but I believe that the war against vermin in my home is complete. After nailing the initial invader I got another one in a trap a couple of days later. They ate the entire box of poison (Tossed the box to the side like an empty) and have otherwise not been heard from. I spotted the third (& last) invader one night when I was backing my truck into the garage. He had been waiting in the garage and charged out when the door opened. I jumped out of the truck and chased him down the driveway. He crossed the alley and jumped into a snowbank, no doubt thinking himself home free. I brought my foot down on the entire area where I saw him go in. Scratch one more mouse. Got that one with a bunker buster.

Does this all seem trivial and not very noteworthy? That could explain why I haven't posted anything for two weeks. Life has been very routine and quiet lately. Not exactly something to complain about but then again not something to brag about to all 4 people who read this blog either.

For anyone it was lost on, the title of my last entry ("...to pieces") was a tributary reference to the Hanna-Barbera cat Mr. Jinks, famous for his line, "I hate meeces, to pieces!"

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