The Sunday Invention

Sundays are a great idea. Whoever invented them knew exactly what
He/She was doing. The Patient had a good day; no gardening, no strenuous
anything. His swelling is about the same; under his ears in the morning,
under his chin by night. This morning he did indeed make pancakes and
bacon and even managed to eat two cakes doused with maple syrup. Tonight
he ate a good bit of stir-fry; pork, chicken, veggies, rice. The various
maps of Mexico are on prominent display on his desk. I think this is a message.

There is a ritual in the Anglican church called The Churching
of Women after Child-birth. The instructions for the rite state:
"The Woman, at the usual time after her delivery, shall come
into the Church decently apparelled, and there shall kneel down in some
convenient place, as hath been accustomed, or as the Ordinary shall
direct." I personally don't care what she's wearing, or where
she kneels. Childbirth can be tricky, and coming through it safely is
cause enough for celebration. I want to welcome Maxwell Everett Huber,
arrived this day, safe and sound.

Gotta run. It's time for the PBS presentation of Jane Eyre