Bored to Terrified in 10 seconds

Messed up trying to leave a comment earlier. Glad it didn’t seem to have gone through.

Happy Easter, PoliNationals. (PoliNators?) We got to have Easter with my Mom, and all three of our offspring, and our 8mo grandson. (DiL couldn’t make it, and probably appreciated the break.) We had supper, we played with the very alert little baby, and talked about Resurrection morning. Nice.

When that rock started rollin’, a contingent of hearty, burly Roman soldiers, and no doubt nearly as hearty and burly Temple guards, found out just how fast they could go from bored to terrified, and how quickly they could run back to the city for fresh underwear.