One thing about me that is seriously strange is that I am somewhat supersticious. I’m a follower of Jesus, which to me means that I ultimately believe every action in our world is under control of the supernatural. However, if I have a series of rotten (unlucky?) events, my first instinct is weirdly superstitious. That is to say, if everything I touch seems to be blowing up, I tend to just stop touching things. I have had a series of these kinds of days, and so today, I find myself reluctant to do anything. While this self-imposed exile is rather a nice mini-vacation, it has the ugly consequence of leaving me with six days of work to cram into four or five days. So, this time, I’m forcing myself to blog and hoping I don’t break the computer. So far so
OK, just kidding there.