God works through Mississippi Mud Bites

It is Friday afternoon at the end of a remarkably productive but exhausting week that seemed to have comprised a minimum of 10 days. My promise to leave early to beat the traffic on 400 is evaporating as I realize that too much remains to be done and then...in walks my Friday Angel, a student bearing a plate with two warm aromatic chocolatey morsels which, she explains, are in return for the candies that she regularly enjoys from the bowl in my office. When God send an Angel my low carb diet is overruled. Have a great weekend!