Minutiae

Remember this kid? The one who filled paper cones with 'nutmeggan treats' for Christmas?

Yeah, this kid starts Driver's Ed tomorrow.

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Our refrigerator is not refrigerating, possibly since Friday. (We were down in Spousetown all weekend.) I'm much more cheerful about this than you might expect -- because it's the landlord's responsibility to fix or replace it.

Tonight I finally gave in and cleaned it out, and discovered that everything's texture had been transformed in the most disgusting way possible: the milk had turned to yogurt, the yogurt to salad, and the salad to soup.

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Last Sunday someone fainted at the spouse's church. I've seen this happen before (hot weather, thought-she-was-over-that-virus) and am always impressed by how calm and competent congregations are.

This time, though, I was privy to something that may happen every time: the pastor coming down to whisper to his wife, "Do you have any idea what I'm supposed to do now?"

(Intercessory prayer. It's always a good time for intercessory prayer.)