I know I should be gratified by the sudden increasing number of hits I’ve had over the last few days. Although I’d be ever so slightly happier if I thought that they were due to folks’ interest in my erudite theological reflections. Sadly, I’m forced to admit that this flurry of activity is solely due to Dave and his flipping parsnips!
I’ve even had a hit from Bern, which makes me wonder if Mr Miff’s family have somehow tracked me down.
At time of blogging I’ve been up for over 13 hours. I’ve walked over 9 miles today. I think my brain is working ahead of my fingers. Or maybe my fingers are working ahead of my brain. But it’s been a pretty productive day, in a non-productive using your brain sort of way and I’m (cautiously) beginning to feel that faithwise, there’s been a subtle changing of gears. And no, it has nothing whatsoever to do with turnips. [sorry – parsnips!]
A mention by little Miff that he’s going to a gig at the local baptist church tonight raised a glimmer of interest. Surely not? Said glimmer faded somewhat when he divulged who members of the band were. Not ‘that’ type of gig. I need harbour no false hopes of my offspring seeing the light and announcing that Jesus Wants Him for a Sunbeam.
More news on the cat front in that the previous lead has come to nothing. For the moment anyway, as would- be retiree may have to pospone her retirement due to non fertility of sibling. Puzzle that one out.
And, at last… some news on the other ‘C’ front. Contrary to my fears my Royal Mail snail mail has not been disappearing into the same black hole as my e-mails. (We’ve been doing some intensive rehabilitation work on my pc this week. Well, when the whole system’s not been down due to a certain service provider’s leaves on the line maintenance work, that is). I actually managed to speak to someone on the phone yesterday, had quite an encouraging conversation, the upshot of which is that I’ll be trundling off to speak at more length about the whole thing after Eeaster. Oh, and to put your minds at rest, the thing I’m going to discuss is not the obvious churchy vocational type thingy that everyone automatically assumes you’re considering when you start rabbiting on about churchy vocational type thingies…my poor brain is giving out here, sorry!