Coming Home

I wondered how I would ever come back down from the euphoric high of the weekend, even though I had this persistent concern about all the reading I needed to be doing for my seminary class. Not to mention the paper due on Tuesday.

Nevertheless, I was sure things would work out one way or the other. After all, what is a mere 300+ pages of reading. I arrived home around 4pm, expecting the worst what with two teenage boys alone for an entire weekend. I was pleasantly surprised that the living room was actually quite navigable and there was a basket of laundry in progress.

The kitchen, of course, was littered with pizza boxes and remnants of snack food, and the boys were seriously into some movie on TV. Good. Maybe I can manage to get some reading done. Even better, they decided to wander over to Roberts for awhile, leaving me to my own devices.

So I curled up on my bed (ah, the comfort of your own little beddy bye) and started reading. I read, and read, and read until I thought my eyes would fall out of my head. Not just your typical reading, mind you, but the writing of John Calvin and Jacobus Arminius and the complex issues of predestination and the elect. Yikes!

Not something you can skim, or even read once and totally get it. No kidding, by 11pm, as I was finishing the last few pages, I was actually seeing double and my eyes burned. Man, remind me not to do that again! I have to say, it didn't take me long to fall asleep. I didn't even hear the boys come in.