The song goes that in Heaven there is no beer, but I'm hoping it will be sunny and doggish (link via Bill Luse).
I happened across the Facebook page of an old friend's wife yesterday and was interested to see he's apparently resisted the Facebookian pull given he wasn't a friend on his wife's page. It's interesting to see the ol' social climber isn't hip to the new social media. Perhaps his ambition's cooled or perhaps he's simply too busy to network. (Not that networking is the only use obviously or even the primary use.) Inquiring minds wanna... There's nothing more satisfying than finding out a little piece of gossip, be it ancestor gossip (we genealogists call this 'research') or Facebook findings.
Now it can be told!: Enjoying the sweet smell of grass cuttings on the back patio and the glow of the porch lights against the broad expanse of said patio. I'm having a pseudo-beer, O'Doul's, and am looking forward to watching Bill O'Reilly.
Today's Godincidence: I'm reading an email from a charismatic Catholic blog-friend. She's refuting suggestions that praise of Satan occasionally comes out in tongues. I head to the bathroom with my Kindle, open up the first (free) chapter of Mother Angelica's book on Scripture, and Raymond Arroyo in the introduction mentions how her love for the Word came after she was "baptized in the Spirit".