A dyslexic ponders Augustine’s ‘Scones of sin’
Because I spent most of the past two days with my wife and four girls, swimming, clowning around and generally having a great time, I’m pretty much mailing it in today.
But be forewarned: If you’re dyslexic, a thin-skinned evangelical Christian, a Santa/Satan worshipper, a dog lover or just someone who’s easily irked, save your rants.
Of course, as far as I can tell, the half-dozen folks who stumble across this blog on a semi-regular basis seem to have a pretty good sense of humor, so I doubt anyone’s going to threaten to jerk a knot in my tail. (Not that we don’t all need a good knot jerked in our tail now and again.)