The payment I just made means the car's now 1/3 mine. I somehow managed to get a 7-year loan on a used car. 7 freakin' years. I should live so long. And if I do, will the car have done so as well? That'd be nice.
Of all the stuff I was pondering writing about here this weekend, this is what I come up with.
I do want a baptism. None seems available to me. Maybe cuz I also don't want any kind of baptism I know about.
The temporary population of this berg is returning; my university town begins its annual swelling. I admit a certain curmudgeonly regard for these beings whose business here is essential for much of what I like about living here. Does that make them a cross to bear? Theologians, ring in.
