| [Tags**|coffee, god, in-laws, mischa, religion, supper] [Current Mood** |
fried]I am in the throes of the caffeine positive-feedback cycle. I had one cup (just one) two mornings ago, and of course that kept me up until 4 am the next morning, and since then I've been like all you people who think your coffee gets you through the day, when in fact it gets you through the withdrawal from your last coffee.Mischa is rapidly getting fitter. He loves this wild blustery weather as much as I do; he bounds and splashes through it with his tail up and his tongue hanging out, and when we get back we're both liberally splashed with mud. This evening we went out for so long (about twelve kilometres) that by the time we got back,  akeela was tapping his foot impatiently because we were already fifteen minutes overdue for supper with his family. I tried not to look as guilty as I felt. But the supper was wonderful, and we gave his father a Klein Bottle as a pseudo-Christmas present.I just took Mischa out for a late-night walk that's practically a caffeinated-early-morning walk, and noticed a new sign on the church up the road. These signs have been annoying me lately because they facilely propose God as the answer to questions for which I think I have much better answers. With God... understand one another. Or with the extraordinary evolved capacity of human social intuition. With God... make sense of the world. This one particularly annoys me. Try science, bitches. With God... help one another. Why does this need God, grrr? But sometime in the past few days they've put up one I can agree with:With God... celebrate Christmas._Finally._I think I can sleep now |