LESS JESUS, PLEASE...Chapter II

I hope that you will bear with me, or rather, have born with me through what has been a rather harrowing edition of Holy Week. This was the Lent that I could not walk --- when I tried to give up electronic shadows of men on the internet for Lent, I lasted about four days. Then, magically, as I wrote Sean and Piggo, "Remember this one: “I used to be fucked up on drugs until I found Jesus; now I’m fucked up on Jesus”? Well, I used to be fucked up on porn until I found the Bear and the Blog Brothers, and now I’m fucked up on them." For all the High Drama and Low Comedy of being abandoned to the vagaries of body chemistry for the first Really Scary Time in ten years, I will always look back on these first blogging weeks as a time of grace...

We will resume Slightly More Normal Programming in a couple of days, when all this dust settles and we move on to a new crisis and a whole new load of "dust": we are trying to get my wife in to meet with both my psychiatrist and my therapist before she takes off for two months. Then I can start dealing with the weeks ahead and trying to fill them with something more meaningful than I usually do when Freaked Out About Not Having a Job... oh well, you fill in the blanks. But there should be less Jesus ahead, in case the last few days have set your teeth on edge.
[See "theater people", under "Mirror Images II"].
At least until Pentecost, at which time it's:
Bring on those Tongues of Flame! and let them speak!
So until then, there should be some seven weeks of relative calm ahead...