I’m sorry, posterity. I feel no urge to journal these days. And that’s despite many interesting things happening these days, including:
- Christmas,
- the apparent rise of islamophobia and the specter of fascism in America,
- hunting and butchering in College Township with Ethan,
- questions and answers about the problem of evil and what Jesus accomplished the Cross,
- my old Peruvian pal Cesar living homeless with AIDS on the streets of Callao.
By 10:15 at night, I find little interest or strength for journaling.