The Phil Files

Well, here we are. I’m sitting in the parking lot of doc in a box waiting to hear what critter now inhabits Megan’s body. We’re worried it’s the flu. Cough, high temp and she doesn’t run temp, and aches. Flu is always bad, but on such a beautiful day with several more to come? Just unfair. We’d appreciate a prayer in our direction and we’ll send one up for you, too.

Fall has been incredible nice in West Texas this year. Early rain and moderate temperatures and even several days without wind. We’ve got a touch of color on the trees — yes, we do have a few — and it actually feels like autumn.

Donna grew up in southern Ohio and she has always maintained that West Texas didn’t have autumn — with it’s smell, the color of leaves, the gentle chill in the air — just FALL: one day it’s 90, a norther blows through and it’s 22, then on the third day the leaves die and the wind blows them into Mexico. I’d have to say I think she is right most years, but this one has been beautiful.

I will go to my place in the country, hanging out in trees waiting to see walks by and listening to the night and then morning turn on and see what God has in store this evening and tomorrow morning.

And as I watch the leaves change to gold and brown, I am going to continue to hope it’s a great fall to love burnt orange. Hook ‘em and keep setting those great examples on an off the field Colt and Jordan. And to my favorite gunslinger, Taylor, you have displayed such grace in the unfairness and insanity of a pirate’s stinking ship — keep the faith brother.

Blessings to all of ya’ll for a great autumn weekend!