The Good Lord Rewards

It’s a standard morning. Alarm sounds. Hit snooze. Hit snooze again. Shower. Shampoo. Make coffee. Turn on computer to dilly dally before heading into the office. Open email. Scan. Google Alerts. Rachel Ray Newsletter. Name I don’t recognize. Eddie Bauer Summer Sale.

Hold on. Scroll back. Mother of all things good…I have his name.

Hallelujah!
I have his name!
I HAVE HIS NAME!

Holy shit.
I HAVE HIS NAME.

You’d think I’d just won the lottery by the way I’m jumping around. Glory is beaming from every pore. Diligence pays off. Thank goodness it wasn’t BigDaddyCrunkDawg1234@hotyahmail.com like I thought it was going to be. Besides being unhelpful, that would’ve also been so wrong on so many other levels.

Success feels grand.

— Ballyhoo Backcaster