It's Eleven O'Clock...

I remember a TV commercial from when I was growing up: "It's ten o'clock, do you know where your children are?"

Well, it's eleven o'clock and they fell asleep on the floor. I am close behind and hope to make it upstairs and to bed before I collapse...Howie gave out awhile ago. He tried to get up at like three or four this morning (he is working on a book chapter) but didn't haul his weary body out of bed till about seven...way too late for his taste. He disappeared awhile ago, aiming to make it earlier tomorrow.

Last night I went to hear Tony Campolo speak in Lancaster with three friends from church. He and his wife spoke on Christianity and Homosexuality and did a masterful job at debate, expressing love and concern and renewing my hope that it is possible to disagree on issues (as he and his wife do) but still have healthy and respectful discussion. I found the discussion to be compassionate and mind stretching and a challenge for all of us who call ourselves Christians to communicate in such a way that Christ is evident in us. A challenge, for sure, one I believe the church has failed miserably at for some time now.

I am tired. And other people have commented on that too. "Kathy, are you OK, you look tired?" Yes, I am fine, and yes I am tired, which is why this is a short post.

My girls are now off school till next Monday (through Monday, would you believe in PA they get the first day of hunting season off?!?!?)

The plan for tomorrow is parent teacher conference (to learn Nicole may be capable of a notch more) and blood work to see if I am still anemic (I am after all tired all the time, I know, I know...it's no wonder, driving off two hours and getting lost late at night to hear Tony C. speak...) and then a day of shopping, Tianna's primary birthday gift. I am not sure I am looking forward to this anymore than I was to the party...maybe it will snow and we can hunker down!

Peace.