Skipping...

It's been a rough couple of days. I'm pushing through, but very little is going right. And I just consulted Dr. Google about an annoying eye tic, which has developed over the last three days, or so. It's been really bad today. Looks like it's another symptom of Tardive Dyskinesia. YAY. Guess I better get used to it...

Oooh, apple ginger tart sounds yum.

I am, for some reason, reading the second Elsie book. Elsie just refused to read her father a novel on a Sunday, and he banished her from his presence and told her that she will no longer be considered his daughter until she can promise him complete obedience.

Why did she refuse to read the novel?

It would not be what a proper christian girl would do -- read a frivolous novel on a Sunday

It would not be what a proper christian girl would do -- read a frivolous novel on a Sunday

When my mom was growing up, they didn't do any sewing, handwork, reading novels, watching television, etc. on Sundays. Her father was a minister, and they spent the day at church or reflecting on the Bible.

Exactly. Proper books for a Sunday are the Bible or Pilgrim's Progress.

Her father says she's too young to make decisions about right and wrong for herself, and if he says that it's right to read a novel on a Sunday, then it is, and she can't contradict him.

I can tell you one book you shouldn't read on Sunday or those other days ending in Y: another Elsie book. At least not unless you're writing Elsie fanfic in which her father dies a painful death.

Elsie fanfic in which her father dies a painful death.

Oh, yes. Elsie suffers a psychotic break, where she believes herself to be Jael and her father to be Sisera. "Have a nice glass of milk, Father dear."

I wish when I dreamed about working out that I could burn the calories... On the other hand, sometimes I dream about my teeth falling out.