I didn't quite reach my goal for this weekend with regard to my studies, but I got close. I did, however, manage to spend some quality time with my family on Saturday (we went to the zoo and had a blast), and then Saturday night I spent working. Today I dropped Ian and Roo off, went to get a solidarity cup of coffee, and then went to Church. The sermon was a-m-a-z-i-n-g and I left there feeling inspired and refreshed, just as I usually do.

Roo napped for a while this afternoon so I got to nap a bit too, and then I read some of the Bible. I am enjoying the 'story' it portrays, but I have a question: If God instructed Abraham to count the stars in the heavens, then why do people say that counting stars is bad luck?

<goes off to Google>