With the passion of the psalmist my children rage against the nations…or their sister. Or me. Or something. Mothering is a tough gig sometimes.

The twitterers, on the other hand, are mostly raging about the little mermaid and race relations and whether or not anyone is still capable of taking a joke in this degenerate age, so I had to get out of there.

The Anglicans are back from their sabbatical and that makes me happy. I got a book about Keats at the local library that I’m looking forward to starting.

This will have to count as my starter blog because I have things To Do that I must cease raging against and begin doing. But, as the bastardization of the saying goes, “If something is worth doing, it’s worth doing poorly”. Cheers to modest beginnings.

Have a nice day!