I might talk about the incredible new art exhibit at John Knox.
Or maybe the way dialogue in the blogosphere has kicked my butt this week.
Or how verses 5 and 19 of James 1 are helping me recover from the aforementioned butt-kicking.
Or the new trick I discovered to deal with the major bedtime drama we've been dealing with lately.
Or why I get crazy-passionate about something new every 2 years on the dot.
But just-ripe raspberries and teeming tide pools and long-awaited (partly) sunny skies are way more important today than blogging.