It is Wednesday evening at about 8:00 and I am still attempting to stop coughing. This crud sure lasts and lasts. Chris is at work until ten, poor guy. Jack is in bed and I am listening to him on the monitor reading ONE FISH TWO FISH RED FISH BLUE FISH aloud. Very very cute. These cute moments are so important lately to help me remember that Jack can be precious. He has been so nasty to me on and off this week that sometimes it is hard to like him. I suppose this is my payback. I was an awful kid to my mother, though she is gracious enough not to ever admit the truth of it to me. I can understand why she once broke a wooden spoon on me. I talked back constantly. Is there anything worse?
For dinner, I made a Roasted Vegetable Soup from the HAY DAY COUNTRY MARKET COOKBOOK, which is full of fabulous recipes. I am sorry to say that this partiuclar recipe, or perhaps my rendition of it, sorely missed the boat. It smelled terrific but tasted AWFUL. Very bitter. YUK. So, I had a bowl of Crixpix for dinner. Cereal. Food of the Gods.
Speaking of Gods, I just finished a compelling little book by Sam Harris called LETTER TO A CHRISTIAN NATION. I was so interested in hearing what certain friends would say about it that I mailed out six copies today. If you aren't one of the lucky (or unlucky perhaps) six, I suggest that you read it. It won't take even an hour. Whether you agree with Harris in part, completely or not at all, I believe it is a book worth thinking about in this age of US Imperial foreign policy, the wacked out so called Christian Right and Islam extremists.
Well, I am off to watch some mindless TV for a little while (I know, shocking!) and read in bed.
Goodnight from the Heartland, where my congressional representative continues to harp on Gay marriage and flag burning as key issues in the upcoming election. Phew. And here I thought that I should worry about our invasion of Iraq...