Rolling It Back

Just about when I found the gumption to blog again, I died. Well, figuratively speaking. I got some dreaded virus that put out my lights and I took to my bed. I was well prepared for this by a sermon just the Sunday before about Lazarus, and how he came out of the tomb all wrapped in his bandages, all smelly but now quite alive, if not a bit dazed to find himself so. Like him, I've emerged from my sleep and find it time to try to get some energy back. There had to be a moment for ol' Lazarus when, like me, I thought it was pretty nice and quiet back in my room and a pull to just stay there.