Apparently I Wasn't Done ...
"Cuddle attack!" crowed Bernie from behind the couch yesterday, right before he and Anailese flang themselves on me. Oh, they were ferocious in their snugglings and ticklings and smoochings.
I've just finished John Varley's Demon, third in his wonderful Gaia trilogy. Thanks, Rafe!
She had been out-movied. Twice in one day, Cirocco Jones had used her favorite mythologies against her.
"I've been Ozzed and Star-Warred," she muttered.
... I near laughed myself sideways.
Now I'm reading Yann Martel's Life of Pi. Thanks, Mom!
Martel's main character, Piscine Molitor Patel, on religion:
It was my first clue that athiests are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like me, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them -- and then they leap.
It's not athiests who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics.
To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.
Whether or not I agree with him is irrelevant ... I love the way he dances the words.
Now, it is blustery and sunny out. I think the lions and lambs have taken a break from weather prediction and taken up cuddle attacking instead.