It is almost noon. I am still in my pajamas on the couch. I didn't sleep well last night. This is my Sabbath.
Of course, it is not uninterrupted...I've handled a bunch of emails and have looked at the lectionary for the next couple of weeks, thinking of what directions the sermons might take on the coming Sundays.
Dear friends came over for dinner last night, and I suspect that my Monday torpor is in reaction to the excesses of food and wine, and processing some of the conversation (they both work in advocacy for health care reform).
No news from any part of the job search world. That's okay. I've got enough percolating in my brain right now.