In case you hadn’t noticed, today is Friday. I successfully ushered my grant application through the ether to its destination, enjoyed a provocative lecture on storefront churches and their role in academic accounts of American theology (they’re mostly absent, an absence that silently indicts the insularity of the institutionally-established ecclesiastical establishment). I participated in a meeting of our self-study steering committee. I filed forms, sent a thank-you letter, fiiled more forms, staggered home, washed dishes, and told Pippa that it’s an old tradition that on your thirteenth birthday, you get to eat out two nights in a row.
That tradition goes back at least, ooh, twenty-four hours.