I have much to write about, and at present neither the leisure nor perspective to do so. I hope to make some time soon.
I'm currently reading Thomas Merton's Ascent to Truth, a sort of introduction to the work's of St. John of he Cross. Calvus and I (later with Beka) started reading All's Well that End's Well earlier in the week, and are attempting to make our readings a weekly event. M Laine, meanwhile, has put together a reading of The Importance of Being Earnest this weekend.
I owe great thanks to J's brother Tim, who returned our quickly aging Neon with several thousands dollars of work done substantially discounted. Our siblings have been extraordinarily kind to us lately, as have been, among many others, our pastor and his wife.
Meanwhile, it's time for more reading. Every pair of fingernail shears we own seems to have disappeared. I've now cramped my fingers beyond writing any more, and it isn't any easier to type. Bother.
More to come.
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