Good Coffee, Hot Coffee...and Clair de Lune.

I am back in the library. Yesterday was bad. I have Aiden duty on the weekends (Sheri is working to help us stay afloat--and that involves waking up even earlier then I do on the only days that I stay home--so I have no real complaints, just giving an explanation). But I was exhausted yesterday--I'm talking dizzy, aching, delirious. Then our friends the Nicks saved my life and babysat Aiden, giving me the opportunity to sleep for about 5 hours in the afternoon. I now feel much better.

So this morning I am back in the library, preparing to write several papers for this evening...and I have pleasure of sipping very good hot coffee, and listening to Claude Debussy's Clair de Lune, from "Suite Bergamasque" (if you've seen the new Ocean's Eleven, think about the scene in front of the fountain, after they have successfully pulled the job...and the music that was playing as they watched the water dance). Its a beautiful morning.

Now I get to write 24 pages on Civil Religion and American Politics/Government. Piece of cake. If Danny Ocean can rob three casinos, I can write 24 pages. In the physical universe we occupy, it can be done--and, funnily enough, must be done. Cheers!