TGIF?

The recent raccoon invasion of our attic, and ejection and discouragement measures include a radio in the attic, tuned to the world’s most obnoxius rock and big mouth talk station, top volume. It’s muffled in our second-floor bedroom, but audible anyway. So we’ve been sleeping downstairs in Joe’s room. Which has the most comfortable beds in the house. And being in the center of the long, sprawling structure, it’s away from noise. A result has been longer sleeping hours, this morning not waking up until six o’clock. Last time that happened? Maybe ten years ago.

Otherwise, routine goes on, brew coffee, check email first thing. At this moment, Joe is at his office in Winston-Salem, enjoying a Chik-fil-a spicy chicken biscuit and cafe-du-monde coffee. Rowan Williams has accepted appointment as Master of Magdalene College, Cambridge University, and will be stepping down as Archbishop of Canterbury the end of December. He has done admirably in a stressful decade for the Anglican Communion, though it seems to me that other Anglican provinces are slowly beginning to take a yawn and nap attitude toward what nine years ago seemed like the extreme brassiness of the American church. NYT and TWP headlines, US and Afghan relations worsening. Speaking of brassiness, in myucomics, Garry Trudeau has been up to his spot-on political satire this week, so much so that some newspapers around the country have been running a substitute Doonesbury strip that Garry apparently drew “just in case” for the weak of heart. Here’s today’s strip.

TGIF? Not for me. Since ordination nearly thirty years ago it’s been TGIM. Friday just means the pulpit looms large, get busy thinking and writing.

Pax anyway.

Tom+