This has been a dark day for me in many respects and now I learn that Wendell Berry has died. One blow too many. Thanks be to God for his message and his work. We shall not look upon his like again.
Teri and I are re-watching Better Call Saul Season 1. It is, as we remembered, amazingly good. We’ll go at least through Season 3; a certain event occurs at the end of Season 3 that, I think, takes some of the energy out of the show. But up to that point at least it’s an absolute triumph. 🍿
If I had a serious professional podcast, the intro music would be “The Super-Natural,” by John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers. 🎵
I had to give Walter Martin a piece of my mind, such as it is.
Ideal epitaph for my tombstone:
GOOD IDEA,
POOR EXECUTION
Angus before his bath: For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
Fifteen minutes later: Party Time!
It seems that every Premier League match features a commemoration of someone’s death. (Maybe a former player or manager from one of the sides playing, maybe a fan.) As my son says, the real motto of the PL is “Dust thou art, and to dust thou shall return.”
Adam Roberts weighs in on the great question of our time: How tall was Dorothy L. Sayers? I also comment.