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Theological Questions Re' the Nature of God, Humanity and Our Co-Existence (or "Why Does God Hate Me So Much?")

We got home from a lovely vacation this past weekend. Despite my neuroses and anxiety, everything went pretty darn well. Shout-out to AirBnB for a great place to stay. I even managed to keep my pain under control for nearly the entire trip.

Then there is the post-vacation let-down: the laundry to take care of, the mail to sort, why did we think we'd have food here when we got home? stuff. And we diligently went about taking care of things.

(Here I must insert a comment. We have two cats, a good cat and a bad cat, if you will.)

We had to figure out where the black sand came from in the living room (a small pot for a succulent that I had forgotten about, but our bad cat didn't! No, he was doing a little happy dance as we left because he knew that black sand was his.) This cat also has developed a taste for electronic charging cords. We have no proof, of course, but we knows he's to blame for the chopped, short and now completely unusable cords scattered about the living room.

After a morning of errands yesterday, I decided to stretch out on the living room floor. Really - like yoga stretching. My back was telling me that the long car rides on vacation were still being felt.

So I am peacefully stretched out, erasing emails, when I hear a sound behind me. It sounds as if someone is tearing nails out of drywall. I lift my head and then

Cuh-RACKK!!

I had just been sucker punched by the Virgin Mary.

Not quite. The bad cat instigated it. But still

HOW MUCH TROUBLE DO YOU HAVE TO BE IN SO THAT JESUS' ONLY REASONABLE RESPONSE IS TO THROW HIS MOTHER AT YOU???

I know have 9 staples in my head (a new family record!), a massive headache, and a passionate desire to find one cat a new home.  I am also wondering what I did to turn him into an iconclast. (He had decided to - for the first time- balance beam is way across the mantle.)

Let me know if you're interested.

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