Sabbatical Sunday 2 and the deep joy of blogging at 10.10 a.m. rather than sound-checking radio microphones. Off to another local church in a bit but it starts at 11.10 for reasons only Anglicans can explain properly.
Read yesterday's Guardian in bed with a strong pot of espresso. Clumsy grammar. Read it with my eyes not coffee. Discovered that in Italy a priest is being sued for saying Jesus Christ existed when he didn't. Someone tell the litigant that Christ is a title before he loses a lot of money. Jesus was a common name around that time so if Jesus of Nazareth didn't exist it was probably someone else with the same name.
Actually Jesus is still a common name and in the Leamington Courier this week he was listed as someone who committed a motoring offence.
Have been watching the West Wing series 5 which I bought yesterday. Liz and I get totally emersed in the West Wing and tend, while we are in the midst of watching a series, to have snappy, semi-sarcastic conversations in passing. She's better at it than me but her public persona is more sensitive.
Managed two croissants this morning because I wasn't nervous about anything.
Ooh the dullness of this post.