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Thursday, December 4, 2003

The News From Lake Illbedamned
Well, it's been a quiet week in Lake Illbedamned, my hometown. Maybe not as quiet as we'd have liked, but quiet nonetheless. I myself have been sick for nearly a week. Used a sick day at work and would've used a couple more if I had 'em. (I try not to post about illness too much, but I tend to be sick more than most, especially lately.) Just got back from the grocery store buying antiseptic mouthwash, hydrogen peroxide, and Chloraseptic gargle to treat my mouthful of ulcers, a symptom of a weary immune system if ever there was one. I'm trying to get over a bout of what might be Ethan's parovirus B19 infection or "fifth disease," which can cause complications for pregnant women and serious illness for people with autoimmune diseases like, say, thyroid disease. Hollie had something similar earlier this year, so hopefully she's safe. Me? I'm about ready to post a classified add: "Will Trade Healthy Kidney or Slightly Worn Soul for Healthy to Slightly Worn Thyroid Gland." Either that or a bullet in the brain.

On a less morbid note, I got an interesting call today. Turns out Grace Episcopal is in need of a new church administrator, and the couple who regularly volunteer at the church and are currently filling the gap would like me to apply for the position.* Hm. I always thought I'd make a good librarian or church secretary, two fields that haven't seen enough beards in recent years. We'll see what happens. It could be the perfect job for someone like me with aspirations toward ordination to the ministry of word and sacraments - certainly good experience, and probably enjoyable.

Well, that's the news from Lake Illbedamned, where all the women are pregnant, all the men are sick, and all the children are sick, too. If you think of it, we'd appreciate your prayers.
* I first met Joe at Kinko's, where he was getting some printing done for the church. He is the son of Grace's late rector emeritus, and is currently, among other things, the church choir's coordinator and recruiter. Retired Army Special Forces (Lt Col), he served in Vietnam and later at the Pentagon as a staff officer. Pam is the Connecticut Yankee of the court, and she used to manage the local Entrée Computer Center.

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