I suppose you could look at the post below and see it from a different perspective. Or maybe I should, at least. After all...isn't it kind of an ideal day, sitting on the couch watching the baby play and reading Therese of Liseaux? What would I prefer? Talking to fifteen-year olds about the Desert Fathers or sitting in a parish staff meeting? Nah. Although it would have been nice to get a little writing done, at least. Tomorrow is another day...of ten-minute naps.