Quick rundown

Bible Bread is great with soft butter and salt. Thanks, Desiree!

I've been lost in thought a lot lately (as opposed to just being lost), and I haven't felt like putting those thoughts on cyber-paper, if you know what I mean. With the pre-Passover self-examination, expanding family concerns, lack of academic progress, and now, potential lack-of-funding issues to deal with, I've been in sort of a funk. Oh, I don't need any anti-depressants or anything like that, but I've definitely had better stretches. It's amazing how much of a boost I get from Noah & Nick meeting me at the door with excitement, hugs, and the occasional kiss. Kids are great - except when they're not. I'll have to tell yall about the Jimmy Snuka-like flying tackle that Noah gave to Summer this past Sabbath. Textbook rear takedown. Imagine what he'll be able to do when he's 200 lbs.!

The M.R.S. has still not driven our van. She won't even call it a van - it's THE BOX. The capital letters there when she speaks those words. Now, whenever I see the word 'van', I read 'BOX', the way we in the COGs typically render 'LORD' as 'THE ETERNAL'. Anyway, THE BOX is holding up well, and I actually like driving her. I need to upgrade the sound system in that bad boy, but the I can't complain.

A bunch of my old running mates will be in town this weekend. I might stop by to see them briefly, but I'll have to time it just right; I need to catch them before they reach the point of inebriation, or it'll be a SHORT visit. I don't think I'll be making the scheduled toga party though. Look out Clemson - there will be ripped purple shirts, fatigues, branded flesh, and gold boots galore this weekend.

I can't believe we're already past Passover and the Days of UB. It seems like it's still January - it sure feels like it's still January! I'm glad I don't live in some windswept, desolate habitation like Ohio, for instance.

I had a bunch of sciencey stuff I wanted to write about, but then I remembered I don't talk shop after 5. Oh well, maybe some other time. Good night.

PS: Pray for Imus. And Al Sharpton. And Anna Nicole's baby. Is there anything else going on in the world? I hear there might be some trouble over in that there Middle East.