Thrashday

I knew the day had gone entirely off the rails when, at three, I checked my to-do list and discovered that not only had I not finished the task I meant to start at 8:30 this morning, but I had not even finished my three tasks for Monday. Uff da.

Fortunately, I did get a lot of stuff done on both days. It just happens that almost all that work was the "surprise, surprise!" sort.

On getting home, I found the girls outside playing in the pool and sprinkler, thoroughly tired from a bad night and a busy day. Events moved rapidly toward dinner, baths, and early bedtimes, which seem, surprisingly, to have taken.

Before heading off to the sack, though, Julia came up to me with one of her classic Milne storybooks and said, "Can we pretend this is the Biple [sic]? And Christopher Robin is Jesus?" It was all I could do to avoid shouting, "Hallelujah! Finally, some Scripture I can get behind." As it turns out, she wanted me to riff on interesting "decorations" in the book with stories about Jesus. It was oddly easy to adapt this or that parable to this or that drawing by Ernest Shepard.

Forecast: Significant blowing and drifting, with the possibility of heavy accumulation in rural areas.