SIX AM…

The spray of water wet Brady's body as he glided effortlessly behind a powerboat moving at light speed, barefoot skiing. 

Awesome. 

"Carry an umbrella folks," said the voice on the radio, "It's gonna be another wet-one..." 

Brady let out a moan and hit the snooze button hoping to get back to his dream.

SIX FIFTEEN…

A woman's voice broke into Brady's sleepy mind. He said through a yawn, "Gotta get up. . .read my Bible."  He pushed aside the toasty down comforter, threw his legs over the side of the bed and shoved his feet into his slippers.  The chill in the cool morning air invoked a shiver.  "Man, it's freezing in here" he complained.  Off went his slippers.  A moment later he was under the comforter thinking to himself, "Five more minutes…then I'll get up. . .read a few verses. . .pray a little. . ." 

SIX THIRTY… 

Brady's eyes came open.  He rolled onto his side and squinted at the clock.  Once again he had blown it.  He sat up and yawned.  "Rats," he said and slid out of bed.  He was going to crash early last night, get up at 6 AM, read his Bible and pray.  But he'd gotten that text message from Erica.  It was after midnight when she finally texed "nite." 

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned again.  Only six hours of sleep.  No wonder he felt tired.  The best he could do now was to pray for a few minutes before he left the house. He'd read the Bible as soon as he got home from the gym.  Then it struck him that the Cowboys were playing the Vikings tonight.  His buddies were coming over to watch the game!  That meant another late night.  "OK…so tomorrow I'll get up early and spend quiet time with God - no matter what!" 

The wily demon hovering in the corner of the room was growling deep in his throat, a pleasure growl only demons can do.  Bromos' mission was accomplished so he was through for the day.  It was going so well with Brady McCoy that he may not have to return for a while.  He had Brady firmly in his grip.

Swooooooooosh...the evil spirit was instantly airborne, zipping through the cosmos to the home of his next victim.  The woman was a Bible thumper, so Bromos knew he had his work cut out for him.  Just thinking about that Book made the scales on his neck stand up.  But he'd be toast if he disobeyed his master's order to do whatever was necessary to get her mind off Him and onto herself.  Maybe he'd try using the My Space tactic on this one. 

SEVEN O'CLOCK…

Brady was buttoning his shirt when someone texted him.  Erica?  He was disappointed when he saw it was Dan. 

stormy..carpool..k?   

During rain storms he and Dan rode together to work because the freeway was usually a parking lot so they could drive in the carpool lane. 

k..30 min 

He'd better hurry.

As he filled a thermos with steaming coffee the Bible on the kitchen table caught his eye.   He stared at it for a moment, feeling a tinge of regret.  "Tomorrow…for sure," he thought with resolve. 

The grandfather clock struck half past seven.  He grabbed his lunch and headed for the door. "God knows my intentions are good," he thought as he slipped behind the wheel of his Mustang convertible.  "And besides, it's not my fault it's raining like cats and dogs and Dan wants me to pick him up."

As soon as Brady backed out of the garage he realized how fierce the storm was. The ominous sound of thunder cracked and rolled on by.  Large drops of rain sounded like gravel pelting the hood of his car.  He mused,"No wonder Dan didn't want to drive his prized Porsche."  The weather forecaster was wrong about one thing.  Trying to use an umbrella in a storm of this magnitude would be worse than keeping a hat on in a hurricane.