Jack of All Trades

That Jesus was right.  It is hard serving two masters.  (Or did he say you shouldn't serve 2 masters?  Semantics.)  It's taking a lot of brain power to barely maintain 1 blog.  Adding on another one, why, I can feel my cerebrospinal fluid drying out.  Not that you have missed out on much.  I did not take a spectacular fall during a softball game and shatter my hand to pieces, or trip and fall in the middle of the street a couple of weeks later.  I did not talk to a Times columnist about dog poop.  I have just been quietly working in the suburbs, only going into town for Whitecastle's disapproval.  My big project of the day?  Cleaning up my childhood room.  And figuring out why there are several feet of white nylon rope at the foot of my window.