Every time I mention this particular project, someone wants to tweak it some more. Frankly, I'm tired of tweaking. There's a time to tweak and there's a time to be done tweaking, and I am done.
Ecclesiastes tells us that for everything there is a season--a time to be born and a time to die, a time to sow and a time to reap, a time to mourn and a time to dance--but it doesn't say anything about tweaking or other important activities:
A time to tweak and a time to be done tweaking.
A time to speak and a time to speak a little louder.
A season for keeping the snow shovel by the front door and a season wherein the snow shovel should be kept out of sight.
A time to fidget and a time to sit on your hands.
A time to change the channel and a time to hide the remote.
A week to relax and a year to pay for all the relaxing.
A time for keeping something yummy bubbling in the crock-pot all day long and a time for stashing the crock-pot in the closet.
A time to write blog posts about times and seasons and a time to close the computer and go home to enjoy whatever's bubbling in the crock-pot.
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