Friday afternoon at work tends to be quiet and slow. but every day this week
has felt like Friday afternoon. I feel like I’m being punk’d. It’s fine by
me, don’t get me wrong. Just makes me feel guilty for getting paid for
sitting here. And blogging. That’s very Catholic. (The guilt. Not the
blogging. Although I just discovered a Catholic Blog Directory
cute names like “White Around the Collar,” and “FRIARside Chats.)
