Joie de vivre

Best reference question last week: How many Cubans are buried in Arlington National Cemetary? Go on, take a guess. For extra points, how many Frenchmen?

Last night was extremely muddled, what with dreams-that-seemed-real, reality-that-seemed-like-dreams, and my dad getting a flat tire at three in the morning and needing to be rescued. 

Coffee is good. Yum. 

I buttered a slice of homemade bread. It looked normal. It tasted normal. But it smelled like a lovely full-bodied red wine.

 

I've been surprisingly content lately. Not in all ways, not at all times, but it is a gift of God and I'm grateful. If my life never gets bigger than this, I can be happy. For it is, ultimately, a good life.

I'd tell you some of the reasons that it's good, but it would come off as being incredibly egotistical. For much of it is being thankful for things like the *cough* intellectual pursuits that my *cough* brilliant mind likes to engage in. Which comes awfully close to saying "Oh Lord, thank you that I am not like all these other poor louts who use incorrect English and don't know who Fibonacci is and enjoy low class foods like spam!"

< /mild poking of fun at self >

(No offense to spam-lovers.)

Speaking of which, in a sort of way: does anyone know of the name of, or links to, the whole thing explaining how the zodiac signs show the Gospel? I remember hearing a brilliant young man explain it all once, how God put His "sign in the stars" and it was brilliant, really truly brilliant, but now I can't remember how it went or where to find it.

For those who voted, you might be interested in knowing that I did indeed buy those 12 books and they are now in an--honestly--three foot pile by my desk. I carried them in while my mom was on the phone so she doesn't know yet. o_O