Medium Delirium

J – chugs a whole bottle of stout right before bed, spends the next morning releasing a cacophony of thunderous farts, then wonders aloud in the shower why such flatulence plagues him so.

Managed to haul ourselves up for a short morning run (J tooting like a trumpet all the way). In spite of last night’s rain it was still an annoyingly hazy morning, and we ran slower than usual to avoid getting too much smoke in our lungs. The leisurely pace gave me lots of bandwidth to let my mind wander, and for no discernible reason I thought about a preacher in the church I’d attended as a teenager who had cited Gossip Girl as a bastion of immorality, a beacon of bad influence amongst youth. Fair enough, I suppose – a good amount of soft-core debauchery does go down, though its intensity is significantly negated by some truly horrible acting (Nate, looking at you). This preacher can surely be scarcely impressed with the kind of shows made for young people today, and they have probably driven him to a lifetime of prayer and intercession.

Decided to cancel my pre-booked yoga class so our little family can go out and do something nice; it’s rare to have J home on weekdays, and perhaps we can explore the world in a slightly less manic state than it’s in on weekends. We’ve decided on the museum.