No sermon today, unless I change my mind... there is always that possibility.
Orion is under the weather. He has one of those toddler things that starts with a spectacular display of projectile vomiting. (It is an astounding site you can't imagine unless you've had experience with such.) It can go on to become something else, or mysteriously vanish. We'll see.
So the day is touch and go, so it were. As he rests here with his head propped up on pillows and his feet propped on me, eating ice chips and watching Sponge Bob, I will scroll back through the journal and take time to answer your comments. (Nick, Carl, Pam, MissBliss, anonymous.Marrije and the other anonymous---I can tell you apart, you know---If I missed something or didn't go back far enough, ping me and I'll answer. Oh yes, and Jordan's Mom.
---back in a bit