Things rare and somber

Excepting Bible study for me this past Monday and church for the whole family on Wednesday, we've been home every night this week, a rare occurrence to say the least. Around 6:30 I begin to get a little restless, wondering who I've forgotten and where I'm supposed to be. It is strange to be home, but I think we can get used to it. Yesterday I began reading Gilead, Marilynne Robinson's Pulitzer prize winning novel that tells the story of John Ames, an aging Congreationalist minister, who reflect