Guilt Post

My newsletter invited you to come read my blog, and then I haven't written anything since February (or January?) So this is me, on three hours of sleep in the last couple of days, guilt blogging.

I guilt blog from a lovely well lit house with wood floors and classical music playing over the surround sound. I just finished a paper on a beautiful book, and my eyes are so tired that I am literally closing them right now as I write this.

Okay, now they're open. Today there are going to be flash floods in Dallas, which I like very much, because it reminds me that God is massive and powerful, and I think of how small I am in comparison. But tonight I'm going to sleep through them, I hope. I'd just be tickled pink to sleep about 11 hours tonight.

I don't like the phrase tickled pink now that I write it. I think it is because I have control issues, and do not much enjoy being tickled. When I was younger I used to pretend to hyperventilate in an effort to make people stop tickling me. They would get scared and I'd make them feel guilty, and they would swear never to tickle me again.

Come to think of it, I was not a very pleasant child.

I have big plans for a coherent blog in the very near future. ;) Thanks for reading.