(Uncle Junior is pure evil.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made hot-wings for dinner. The meal was extra spicy. That's OK. I enjoy food with a kick. We didn't use the air-fryer. I was a tad disappointed.
I watched several episodes of The Sopranos. I'm still on season two. One of my favorite characters is Uncle Junior. He epitomizes the banality of evil. David Chase is a genius story-teller.
I couldn't sleep. My attempts were futile. So I took a shower at 8:30 a.m. Then I walked ten miles through the rice paddies. The hike felt great--even though it was freezing outside. Exercise is wonderful stress relief.
I drove the family to church. Driving in Korea is a nightmare. I used the f-word several times. My wife scolded me.
She said, "You rangrage so bad! It disgusting. Are you da daddy?"
The sermon was fantastic. We studied Mark 15 as it relates to Psalm 22. Psalm 22 is King David's creepiest prayer. He predicts the crucifixion one thousand years before the actual event. Now that's vision.
My pastor always does a great job. He's a card-carrying member of the Ivy League Mafia. He graduated from Yale many moons ago. I don't hold his education against him. I'm marvelous that way.
We went to McDonald's. The Children of the Rice love fast food. They stuffed their faces with French fries and McNuggets.
It's currently 11:35 p.m. Time for coffee and television.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.