I think that's what it was.
Anyway, here's the sign.
It just cracked me up so much. I am imagining ladies sitting around, sipping tea and eating cookies, discussing power and purpose in the most Christian, feminine way possible.
I boiled the peanuts and I made some soup and picked up some limbs and I knew that if I laid down I would fall immediately to sleep because it's so gray and so heavy, like a big fat pillow pressing me down and finally, I did lay down on my love couch in the library and read for a little while and indeed, I couldn't help it, I fell asleep and so did Maurice.
I'm going to make cornbread. That is all the power and purpose I seem to have within me tonight.