It’s a nice Sunday afternoon.

It’s been a peaceful morning.  Everything is calm.  Today, Sarah, my wife, and I woke up with some guests that we’re entertaining.  We ate coffee, eggs, and cheese danish.  Now it is afternoon.  As I sit here on my couch writing this blog, Sarah is sitting next to me, reading a book.  Our home is quiet.  Everything has an air of stillness.  The cat is sleeping silently on a chair.

It won’t last long.

Sunday, you see, is FRAT Night here in Pensacola, and though FRAT Night is rowdy enough by itself to shatter any silence, tonight is no ordinary FRAT Night.

Every once in a while, it’s nice to have a little change of pace.  It keeps us on our toes, keeps us from getting too stagnant.

Tonight is one of those nights.

Tonight, at FRAT Night, we are having ourselves a little change of pace in the form of a dodge-ball tournament.  Three on three.  Best team wins.  I’ve even convinced the school P.E. Teacher to loan us some special lightweight dodge-balls — not the red playground balls — these are the ones that fly really well but are soft enough that they don’t hurt (much) when you get it.

Tonight, chaos will rule.  Music.  Mayhem.  Food.  Dodge-ball.

When the time comes, I will be ready.  But for now…

I enjoy my peace.

~Rush