Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear.
Friday, November 23, 2007
My turn to be a sloth. We drove back from the southern reaches of our fair peninsula today, and as I was dozing on the couch I just realized that I darned near missed today's entry. I am too tired to do much now, but tomorrow I will relate the tale of the trip.