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I went to my writing group. I haven't been since September. We talked and typed in a kitchen. It was good. I wrote about Christmas memories while one girl edited a piece on elephant dung and Mt. Kenya and the other worked on her novel. Granted, I drove over an hour round trip to write 486 words, but that's a really prosaic way to assess the genius that transpired, right? Sitting with the girls felt like an unproctored study hall as we all typed at the same dining table-- and there was somebody across the table to make eye contact with. It brought back memories of tenth grade and Michelle.

After writing I bought two books: L'engle's Irrational Season and Three Cups of Tea at the Mean Cat Used Book Store on Plaza. I showed some restraint by putting to the side until I finish at least one of the four books I'm now reading. And, I listened to a brilliant sermon on Exodus 19 and seeing God. And, I read in my books, listened to Ruth, skyped with a friend in Germany, complained about how Africa has become a fad (thanks Brad, Angie, Madonna, Bono, et al), ate a Cajun Filet Biscuit, drank legendary iced tea, planned my classes, walked while listening to Ex. 1-14. (Exodus is my favorite to listen to so far-- of course, it is straight up narrative.) I hope remain this enamored with the chatty Bible. Now, I sip red wine and get ready to read before I go to bed. 5:30 can be abrasive when one stays up too late, but otherwise it's not too bad.

Sorry for the political mumbo jumbo yesterday-- I didn't delete it although I should. I just get miffed with people who have a macro vision that they fail to live out on the micro level. Systemic evil is ultimately brought about by individuals. Regulation and taxation is dealing with symptoms not the ailment.