Last night I was visited by Mormons. I saw them get out of their big grey van in the parking lot and walk around the building. They visit my neighbor, Pinky, turns out she told them I was new in the building and they should visit me. I heard them knock, considered being “home but hiding” since I had to get ready for the meeting. But I felt that just wasn’t right, so I answered the door. They introduced themselves as “elder-whatever”, and I told them I am a Jehovah’s Witness. Told them I had to get ready for my meeting, told them all about it, how we all go out in the ministry. I think they may come back, I will be more prepared.
On a different note, my brother sent me these pictures of Niko, his wolf, that he took while they were up north last weekend. How cute!
