And the joke’s on me, ’cause I don’t have life insurance!
Anyhow, today I’ve made it to threescore and ten. It’d be nice to be working on Bell Mountain No. 13, only the weather has not been cooperating and I don’t have but the tiniest hints of what that book might be about. So I propose to eat brownies, smoke a cigar, and indulge myself in dinosaur videos while ducking the nooze. I’ve already heard more of that than I wanted to hear today.
I was going to go to the Y and celebrate by playing basketball; but with my finger in the shape it’s in, I dassn’t go anywhere near a basketball, One false move, and it’s an out-of-body experience for the Leester. I’ll just have to wait till I’m a little older before I play again.
Most important: Today’s the day our friend and sister Evelyn gets interviewed by NPR about her long opposition to same-sex fake marriage, and we all ought to be praying for her. May the Holy Spirit give her words to speak, words of power and conviction–because only God knows who might be listening. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
So I’ll be around all day, checking in from time to time, hoping to see a great big spike in my book sales [laughs hysterically], exchanging pleasantries… and closely monitoring the progress of our present comment contest! I can’t leave it all to Byron the Quokka; he’s so easily distracted. And of course the hymn shop remains open all day.
See you in a bit.