Welp, I’m in Omaha.
Well, actually I’m in Council Bluffs, but I’d much rather say I’m in Omaha. Not much difference.
I should be getting a job and apartment pretty soon, just waiting for a few details to fall into place. Until then, my girlfriend’s father, Dr. Warner, has opened up his home to me.
It’s great. I have plenty of space for all of my things. I get to see Christine every day. I have a quiet place to do homework.
Yeah, I’m a student now, and I have to do homework.
Everything is going really well. There’s only one problem.
Or as I like to call him, The Enemy.
Oh sure, he looks cute now. Just imagine what it’s like being allergic to this devil! He always follows me around and says “Pet me!”
Not that he talks. I’m not that crazy. Yet.
So I have a confession to make. As much as I act like I hate cats, it’s really hard for me to resist any animal that starts rubbing against my leg and purring.
So, once in a while, even though I know it’s not good for me, I pet The Enemy.
And instantly go into a sneezing fit.
Ok, so now go read Genesis 3 and see how many parallels you can find between my week and Adam and Eve.