tomorrow is 10 months?

Easter Sunday.  I spent a fair bit of my morning over at the CNN belief blog instead of enjoying my "me" time with a good horror flick.  There's an article there about how the Christian claims of persecution have been exaggerated over the years, and how useful a tool the belief you are being persecuted can be.  There was an interesting irony that an article stating that modern Christians have something of a "martyr complex" was met in the comment section by many howls of persecution for daring to write an article saying they believe they're being persecuted.

I was more interested in how completely hot the professor of early Christian history at Notre Dame was (I noticed a couple of the comments making the same observation).  I had to stalk her a little bit and watch a television appearance she made ...and yeah, the picture in her link does her justice.  Beautiful, smart, British.  Lo, I swooneth.  I might get a kick out her books in any case; I doubt she's "in" to middle aged disabled dude's who live with their mother though.

Looking at the last two blogs I wrote, I can see that it's been a while.  Apparently tomorrow makes ten months since I've had a cigarette ...I've had a few close calls, but have managed to keep away from them completely (I haven't smoked "full time" in closer to five years).  I'll feel better after June rolls around again, but one day at a time.

I've been doing a little bit of writing here and there ...I've been confining it to personal journal stuff of late; I've been feeling a lot less than social lately even though I realize I probably need to start working on that.

First journal entry here to mention that my ex died just a couple of days before Christmas, and I seem to be getting reminders every day that I'm not quite "over" her yet after all.  A mutual friend we had asked about her the other day, and she was more surprised by the fact we never got back together than the fact that she died.  It's about the third time I've had that reaction from people I've seen from the time she and I were together.  She and I kept in touch, we were friends ...we spoke just a few days before she died.  I miss her ...or maybe I just miss knowing that she's there.  *sigh*

Other than that ...boring for the most part.  Mom and I took a trip down to Waco yesterday for my great-nephews first birthday party.  Mom and I had a good time even though it really took the wind out of both our sails.  Two hour drive down, two hours in a echo-ey room full of kids and commotion, then a two hour drive back.  My siblings had reservations about my ability to do it at all ...and when I got back, I realized that even though I did okay with it ...it still may not have been the wisest thing I've ever done.  I'm still wiped out today, and suspect I'll remain this way for a few days; sucks to be me sometimes.

I think I'm off.