I can’t write about last week+ quite yet, though I’m trying and I’m getting there. The boys and I spent a lot of time at churches, lighting candles, trying hard to hold firm and fast and care-for, while walking into the wind frankly. So we talked about it tonight and decided we’d start Sunday school again for them at the Unitarian on Elmwood, where they learn about all the religions they have affiliations with, at which point Ears said to TJ “ya know, EVERYTHING counts, so if you’re mean you could wind up coming back as a flea on a dog” and TJ promptly responded, deadpan stare: “Spitty. Tennis. Ball.”