What is it with me and philosophy and theology majors??
J. Even my daughter jokingly refers to him as Puddles. One night he made a brief reply to a message I sent to him and I realized fully that he only half read what I'd sent, and probably this is always the case. We never got to have the promised phone call, but that's okay. I know that anytime I want to ask about college football, I can ask J.
And then there's C. He is my age and the totally logical philosopher. I admire his strong Reformed faith. And there's me. The consummate poet. Like oil and water are we, and yet he seemed fascinated for a time.
Got a Kindle Love it but I cannot get used to typing on it. It seems I to big to use my thumbs and I end up using one finger. Slow. Still prefer a laptop where practical.
I charged a comforter set, sheets, and electric blanket on my JCP card. My cat peed on the comforter. It's effectively ruined. Irony is my middle name. I am now paying for a comforter I cannot use.