Hey, this week we finished moving out the Marquette family and we moved Mark and Diane out as well. They're moving to Orange County in Santa Ana, then maybe they'll move to Utah. I don't know exactly what their plans are. All saints end up in Utah at some point or another. Pedro and his family cancelled their appointment with us for Thursday and moved it to this Thursday. Hopefully they'll keep it. It's so not good to miss a week, the Spirit is totally gone and Satan can move in. We have a ton of meetings this week. We have a Zone Conference tomorrow and a Zone Meeting on Friday and a bunch of stuff to do this week. We're going to have to resort to tracting, which is good and bad. Tracting is terribly ineffective, but it's showing the Lord or obedience and diligence, which is good. You have to show the Lord you want it.
Me and Elder Westenskow. I went to high school with his cousin Travis Richardson. Small world.
I went on exchanges with one of our Zone Leaders, Elder Cook, and we blew up air mattresses and slept outside. I woke up to this. #CaliLife
I bought a pretty sick shirt yesterday at Ross. I wish I could wear it while doing missionary work.
Saw Elder Folau today for the first time since like, May. Anyways, his biceps so big that he can rip his shirt sleeves if he wanted to. I love that kid.
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