Ed's Note

I’m on the road again, and I don’t know the blog postage forecast. Writing on the road presents certain challenges, not the least of which is my non-stop intoxication. For the current week, I live in downtown Seattle at the Mediterranean (Cat (different Cat), I don’t know if you’re reading this, but I’m here all week, so I hope to make your shin dig…). Next week, my new home will be the Jurys Hotel in DC, and I’m hoping to meet some East Coast bloggers. I don’t know the internet situation at the Jurys, so blog postage might be similarly light, but no less inebriated.

The good news is that I’m at a professional development conference, which means for all of tomorrow, instead of listening to the consultant, for whom my employer is paying an ungodly amount of money to teach me the tools of the trade, I will be drafting the outlines of my next week’s entries, and perhaps playing with my own tool of the trade.

And drinking heavily.

The other good news is that Jesus suffered SPECIFICALLY for people like me. Weak, faulted men who stare at your chest and partake of the wine and who have memorized the Old Testament parable of the prodigal son, the younger brother who left to cavort with prostitutes and when he came back the father slaughtered the fattened lamb (or was it a calf?), because his son was gone, but now he’s found, whilst the older brother who was faithful and worked his whole life being chaste and dutiful never got no fattened anything stayed home and had no fun. I LOVE that story. Because it means I might get to heaven, and purely on a technicality.