I can’t?
Watch me.
That’s a huge task . . . one of quite a handful of huge tasks I’ve got on my table.
I’m not willing to do it unless I can do at least a half-way decent job of it. Which, at this point, might require me to reread the whole NT straight through again.
This weekend, my major job is to get my mouth back in working order enough to teach reasonably well on Tuesday.
FR is a great distraction and aid in doing that as it usually is in my life for many purposes.
I did not hire you as my scheduler.
I did not hire you as my sensibilities manager.
I did not hire you as my Mother Superior.
I did not hire you as my resident curmudgeon. Mad Dog does quite well enough at that, BTW. The position is not pen.
I did not hire you as my OB-COM time & energy manager.
Actually, I didn’t hire you for anything.
Your DEMAND is noted. It’s conceivable I MIGHT get to it in your lifetime.
I think my responses to the TEN MEDITATIONS ON THE MYSTERIES OF THE ROSARY is well ahead of that. It MAY be that in those responses that will be touched on in a meaty way. I’m not sure, yet.
For now, this evening,
raspberries to the max for you.
BBBTTTTTT