The sky is falling! At last, thank God! This morning I woke up to the sound of money hitting the roof. Atlanta remains in the grips of a drought that is in its third year.

On Sunday mornings we wake early, same as any day. We go to church early to have the rest of the day to work around the house, prepare for the week ahead, or simply enjoy.

There is a reason this writer does not frequently have a lot to say about politics and politicians in this country. I am about as cynical as they come in regard to this circus, but do not find it particularly right to toss potshots when I refuse to become fully engaged in the process.

It is Sunday morning and I have just returned from a little jog with a few thousand of my closest friends at the National Marathon to Fight Breast Cancer. This was the second annual event and since it is in my old stomping grounds at Jacksonville Beach, Fla., thought I might as well give it a spin.

My Blackberry began buzzing early last week while I was attending the International Roofing Expo with the sad news that Millard Fuller had died in an ambulance on the way to Albany from Americus, Ga. Friends all over knew Millard Fuller was one of my heroes.

All this talk about stimulus plans is making me crazy. I hate to be so cynical (not really - but it does not feel 100 percent right sharing it with you), but using the words “federal government” and “solution” in the same sentence makes me suspicious.

Last January I put forward some resolutions for 2008. It would be easy to hit the restart button and start over, but I choose to hit the rewind button instead.

It would not amaze anyone to learn that I am a fan of magazines. My first subscription was to Boy’s Life back when I was around 11 years old. The sub probably cost less than one lawn mowed or whatever other manual labor I managed to peddle back in the old neighborhood.

According to a report in the Sudbury (Ontario, Canada) Star a roofer was caught practicing some bad business and wound up in the pokey for 30 days. Seems he took a homeowner’s money as a deposit for work he never managed to begin.

I will now admit that I did not vote for the man who will be our 44th president in a few weeks. My main reason for not voting for him was his lack of experience, and he leans just a little far in one direction for my tastes (I am just not a fundamentalist kind of guy – and that goes for both sides of the political spectrum).