I really should write. Considering that I just came back from dropping off the face of the planet (well, sorta... New Orleans DID come back from the verge of non-existance) and just had perceptions of life challenged in some really big ways, it seems that i should write. But I won't. I will walk over three feet to my comfy bed and sprawl out on it and dig into the Word and Augustine. And then I will sleep for not nearly long enough, but it will be entirly luxerious compared to the controlled corporate sleep I got on cement and linolium floors of the past 10 days.

And then, perhaps I will write.