Fixing stuff, myself included…
Actually, I looked through all my images, and came up empty handed. Afterwards, I searched high and low looking for you all over the house. I think I spotted you up in the lower hall transom. Is this you?
Yeah, it’s me alright. I thought I saw you taking my picture. Why did you put me way up there?
So you could keep and eye on my comings and goings. You’re my “higher power.”
Ha, ha very funny. You don’t treat me like a higher power. Although, I suspect you need one. The reluctant saint acquires a higher power; sounds like a super power.