By the way...

First and foremost, I need to retract what I stated about our drinking, dancing comrades. A friend of mine informed me that a seminary student shouldn't be calling anyone hot, except God or his wife/girlfriend; and that it could even be construed as sexist. I did not mean it offensively and would restate it as so: "Our co-workers, freed by the consumption of spirits, danced liberally; each a artistic expression of grace and wholesomeness." (I mean it too.)

I volunteered today to cover Chad's duty in the laundry and boy am I glad I did. I was able to share with Caitlin and Tiffany some of the fitted sheet folding skills I have learned over the years. They were floored with my sheet folding skill set. Here is a excert of their reaction to observing me whilst folding.

Caitlin: "Oh my goodness, I've never seen such grace and perfection expressed in the simple act of fitted sheet folding!"
Tiffany: "I can't believe it, I never knew fitted sheet folding could be so beautiful!"
Caitlin: "His hands, they are flying like a conductor leading an orchestra..."
Tiffany: "Yes, yes; and each fold is like each instrument playing it's unique sound..."
Caitlin: "Culminating into a glorious perfection of fabric manipulation."
Tiffany: "Resulting in a folded fitted sheet beyond our imagination."
Caitlin: "I can't believe that I have been fortunate to witness this with my own eyes."
Tiffany: "Let's keep it a secret and have him come and fold a sheet for us, when we need to be happy. "
Caitlin: "Sigh"
Tiffany: "Mmmm"

At that point I dared not fold another fitted sheet before them, lest they went into a euphorical trance. I had shared enough...which is all I really want from my sheet folding. Yes, I am not in it for the glory or the fame; I simply want to share love and help achieve world peace. And if I can do that with my folding, then God bless me I will fold until I can't fold any more.

Peace!