I started Madeleine L’Engle’s The Irrational Season. I’ve been trying to avoid re-reads this year, so I’m thrilled to have some L’Engle I haven’t read. This one might be tricky, though, as it is definitely centering on her faith and ideas … and we disagree on many things. I love the way she writes, though…

FOR TODAY Outside my window… the bucolic sounds of the local county fair(lawnmower racing, anyone?) I am thinking…that it’s the last day of the year I’m married to a younger man. I am thankful…for my wonderful husband. In the kitchen…ravioli and zucchini coins in the oven. Soccer practice soon! I am wearing…blue t-shirt and jeans(!)…

We had a better week. Woohoo! Well, we had a better Thursday through Friday. But, when the end of the week is good, it seems like all of it was better, you know? Part of the reason it was better is that I remembered a couple things. First, R-girl is SIX. And only a young…

Some more of Sayers’ Have His Carcase: “That policeman doesn’t believe a word I’ve been saying,” [Olga] whispered anxiously, “but you do, don’t you?” “I do,” replied Wimsey. “But you see, I can believe a thing without understanding it. It’s all a matter of training.” Linked to Wednesday with Words at Ordo-Amoris. Join us with…