Where's AmyLiz? I need another old square to sit with.

I'm sitting here with my square mug of tea, pretending my hair is another color.

I was raised Presbyterian, and Stephen is Catholic -- I don't know about the "lapsed", because although he hasn't been to a Catholic church in years aside from a funeral or a wedding, he still doesn't want to eat meat on Fridays during Lent and most of his personal theology (such as it is) is Catholic.

One branch of my family, all the people in my generation who've married have married Catholics. Some of them are raising the kids Catholic, others are raising them Jewish, and some are celebrating the holidays of both religions with the grandparents but not really bring the kids to church or synogogue or Hebrew school or CCD. I'm not sure what they did for their weddings, though -- I only went to one, and it was a pretty typical Jewish wedding, except for the bagpipe player outside.

Crap. I just noticed the time. I've got 8 minutes before I have to leave, and I'm still in my pajamas.

Hil, there seems to be a good fit between Catholics and Jews. At least that's how it always seemed to me. But then again, my mom was Catholic, my dad was Jewish.

I had dinner with an old friend the other night who is a fairly devout Catholic. Her husband, I hadn't realized, is emphatically non-religious. This came up when we were talking about what they told their two young kids about Santa Claus.

J. has a stong aversion to lying to the kids, so according to A. his compromise answer was "some people believe he's real, some people don't." Then she paused and said "I think that's the same thing he told them about God."

[I don't know if the funny is coming across, because it really was. And yet another of those RL conversations picking up where the board left off.]

Oh, Hecubus, if you wanted to talk about something heathenish, I'm always here for you. Just like I don't know nothin' bout birthing babies.

Uber-gronk.

Cindy, I indeed have no LJ (too much time spent online already for the entirely robust health of my job, no self-control or discipline, muttergrumblecakes) and I totally trust your ability to interpret anything I said.

Though now I perversely kinda want to see an LJ from you saying stuff like

OMGWTF JZ sez when JPII sez JUMP she sez SIR YES SIR HOW HIGH SIR POPE SIR? OMG can u beleve it???1?

I feel like utter shit this morning -- it's rainy and gloomy and I got four hours of sleep after an incredibly disturbing phone conversation with a close friend, who has just separated from her husband. Completely out of the blue, and they are both distraught and still love each other and want to work things out but can't be together right now and fuck, it was awful.

Long, long weary talk, followed by the making of a dinner and sympathy date and promises of no-sides-taking and sympathy for both of them no matter what happens in the long run, then followed by many tears wept into David's back in bed and mumbly reassurances by him, followed by several hours of brainless websurfing and, by special one-time-only super-crisis dispensation, cat-stacking. And now it's seven and I feel like I am encased in amber swimming in molasses, and still utterly fretful for my friend, and GNYAGH.

Stoopid world, fucking up people I love.

t kicks world

t hops around clutching throbbing toes and choking down cusswords because Emmett is in the next room

So, because my boss isn't in today, I agreed to come in a half-hour earlier (normally we stagger -- he's here early, I'm here late). It is now the time I would normally arrive at work, and so far all I've done is eat a bagel and drink half a latte. Which I could have done at home.

Also, I think I need to find someone I can give this clock to.

Gmail has enabled Popmail support.

After this discussion, I read that as Popemail. "You've got benediction!"

Timelies.

JZ, that's awful. Much ~ma for your friends that they find a peaceful solution that makes them both happy.

I loved the conversation on Catholicism and Cashmere's hair is awesome.

I may have more coherent thoughts after I finish my coffee.

I read that as Popemail. "You've got benediction!"

Tea. On. Monitor.

JZ, you sound like the best kind of friend to have in one's corner.

Waving at Deena...