I’m in our bedroom, fan blowing, humidifier cranking, baseboard heating, um, heating. Mack is in the room, too, although I think I’m kicking him out in a minute. Well, no, he left before I could remove him, we’ll see if he returns. Normally the puppies are not allowed on the 2nd floor but T pointed out we could close the doors to each upstairs room and let the dogs roam free in the hallway. Worth a shot.

So what did I do this fine Saturday? Let’s see, I rose at 5:30 and hit the gym by 6:30 for forty minutes on that ass-kicking new vertical…elliptical…thingy. I don’t know what you call that machine, but I sweat my f—king balls off after forty minutes. I’m thinking that forty minutes of high intensity work on this machine might be better than my usual hour on devices to which I’m accustomed. After leg weights I stopped at the Redbox outside Walgreens and picked up Julia and Julia and some movie called The Seeker for the boys. M’s sick, and she never gets sick, so anything I can do to make her life easier (esp. if the cost is at the Redbox level) is worthwhile. A shower and some computing later I...well, I pretty much wasted the morning, if I’m going to be honest, channel surfing and eating cake with my hands. At 11:30 I sat in the corner of Lincoln’s gym through S’s basketball practice. I read the theology book (getting better) until Dan called and we talked about the worst teacher inservices we could remember. After my phone battery died (sorry, Dan!) S and I returned home for a quick twenty minutes before heading over to T’s last game of the weekend. A well-intended girls’ game was ending as we arrived; the bleachers were full of local parental celebrities, you know, the sad kind, the people who envision them as important within the city limits of a town with 10,000 people. Knock yourself out, ladies and gentlemen. I’m glad Northern Ozaukee kicked your team’s ass. T played well and his team won by seven or so. Later I watched both Burn Notice and (the increasingly hard to follow) Vampire Diaries. I took a long bath with the latest edition of Wired and here I am. 6:30PM, in my pajamas, Saturday night. I’m not complaining.

Back to the theology textbook for a second. I’m a little nervous about this class. Pretty much my entire undergraduate and graduate education has revolved around learning how to teach, lead, etc. in the K-12 and higher ed environment. And now I’m taking a class that has nothing to do with any of that. But even with the forty pages I’ve read in the book I feel like I’ve learned a ton. So maybe this experience will be eye-opening. God knows why I’m taking this class. I feel called to do so now, and that’s worked out for me in the past. Lead on, providence, luck, wheel of fortune. I’ve got nothing better to do on Monday nights.