A note about food comas and If I were Gollum....

Good things about today.

1. Church. Love seeing the boys run to Sunday school.
2. Good food. (more on that in a minute.)
3. Cold dogs walks.

A note on food comas.
If you've never experienced a food coma I feel sorry for you. Today we had a wonderful lunch prepared by some friends, and on the way home--ensconced in the warm car, I was taken over by a food coma. The lovely duo of toasty warm car (love my heated seats) and brilliant sunshine made the 25 minute ride home perfect. Dozing lightly I was sated--full, but not too full, warm, but not too warm, and eyes just droopy enough to hear the radio and rest at the same time. Ahh, bliss.

Let's take a short moment of silence for the best food coma day of the year: Thanksgiving. By far the best holiday we celebrate (food wise) Thanksgiving offers us all that moment--decadent food lingered over for an hour, followed by swaddling oneself in fleece blanket and a two hour nap. (Some people would watch football, but for those of us who still root for the Lions, it's worth falling asleep instead.) Food comas are incredibly satisfying, and if you haven't had one since Thanksgiving, give yourself over to one next weekend. Totally worth it.

About that odd title----
If I were Gollum, 'My precious,' would be the library. If I were a pimp, the library would be my client (not a lucrative one, but a morally superior one for sure.) Why you might ask? Why not? What other establishment in this country can you borrow items of value for free and keep them until you are finished with them? Who else offers storytime without a catch? Use of the internet is free of charge, so is the notary. At a bank you borrow money and pay interest, at a library you borrow a book, CD, or DVD absent astronomical closing costs. Libraries are gifts--and in a country mired in division, one place we can truly agree is a library. Both sides are presented, and everyone's ideas are heard--here everyone is equal. The library doesn't care about bank accounts, home size, or religious preference, it doesn't bother with skin color, weight, or where you were born--it simply welcomes you into its shelves with open arms--seducing you with words and pictures. A library is THAT place---and it is a beacon of light for every community. If you haven't taken the time to visit yours lately, you should. (Honestly, if you haven't I'm tempted to call you pathetic, but I won't because I know you'll be there this week sometime, right?)

Tomorrow's Monday---hello week!

Becky