I did some editing in Romans yesterday.  I am working on the notes for the fifteenth chapter, which is the second from the end, so the end is in view.

This is where I get in trouble.  The reason I was working on Romans at all, and not on something else, is that I found myself sitting somewhere alone for a couple hours, and I anticipated that this would happen sufficiently that I brought the editing folder with me.  That means that I was involved in something that would fall into the realm of personal information–in this case, taking my son to meet his girlfriend at the movies, and waiting for the movie to end.  Since the theatre is about half an hour away and the movie was two hours long, it made no sense in terms of time or money for me to drive there and home and there and home again.

If you’re wondering why he didn’t just go with her, she is one of those two-home children, and at present is with mom instead of dad.  Mom lives quite a distance beyond the movie theatre, so it makes a good meeting place.  When she is staying with dad she is within walking distance, although usually I wind up driving because it’s a long walk–although she was without a car for a while, having blown an engine, and now having replaced it is back on the road but very mindful of the cost of gasoline in a Camaro.

The one movie I wanted to see this summer, Prince Caspian, has apparently already left the area, so there was little sense to watching some other movie at the price of theatre tickets now.  I sat in the mall working on the editing and then when the mall closed moved to a nearby Friendly’s, where I bought an overpriced root beer float and noticed that they have virtually nothing at a reasonable price anymore–it is not possible to have a drink and a snack for under five bucks there.

I was falling asleep at one point, but managed to cover quite a few pages anyway, hopefully effectively.

–M. J. Young