Thanks to Mark Shea for this interesting read. Too many good quotes, so I settled on this one:

Replacing the zealotry of religious intolerance with a secular version is hardly an enlightened alternative.

According to Bill, my fleece PJs are decidedly unsexy. That’s too bad – for him – since they are so warm and comfy. I think I can actually turn the heat down a few degrees at night since I find myself kicking off the covers. Something soft and clingy will have to wait until spring.

Since I really don’t have a chance to watch TV news or read the newspaper, all my news comes from on-line browsing and from my husband who actually has an opportunity to discuss global issues with people old enough to know what a “global issue” is. I didn’t even know that they increased the price of first-class postage by 2 cents until 2 weeks later. Lame.

But is this making the news? I’m all for treating all religions as equals, unless of course a religion thinks it’s OK to violently target another religion, and then said religion needs to have its be-hind whupped. I don’t expect the Muslim world to accept Christianity as equal, but they better start tolerating it. Yeah, sure, it’s a few bad apples…or it’s not Muslims, it’s terrorists acting in the name of Islam. Right. And the evidence to support the idea that the general Muslim population is opposed to this behavior is where? The government and religious programs to teach tolerance and goodwill to people of other religions are…where?

It comes as no surprise to me: running without a cold/cough feels better than running with one.

Another no-shocker: running without a jogging stroller is easier than running with one.

Now, if I could just remember to double tie my laces before I leave, my run might be wholly enjoyable.

The on-again, off-again goal is currently on: run the Army Ten Miler this fall. The only risk to it being off is, well, moving to Kansas. My currently little run is just over 2 miles, and I’m very proud of those two little miles. But this month, I need to get it up to 3. I did 3 when I was visiting my sister at Thanksgiving time, so the distance doesn’t bother me. But my lame 12 mph airborne shuffle means that Bill is stuck with unhappy baby for 45 minutes instead of a half hour.

He tried to give Pete a bottle last night while I was gone, and Petey did drink some of it. But the poor guy’s been erupting gas bombs out one end or the other all night long. Lovely.

On the 11th of this month, I’m going to a formal dinner with Bill and all the kids, including the lucky baby who usually gets to tag along everywhere, will stay with the sitter. But I think after dinner when there is usually a guest speaker who talks about pretty boring army stuff, I might just have to slip home to nurse the baby to sleep. I’m sure Bill will clue me in on whatever I missed. There’s a rule in the army: the higher in rank you get, the longer your speeches are. And if the guy professes an intention to “keep it brief”, add 15 minutes to what you think it might take.