I know much (well, all really) of what I post is very domestic and bland daily life rambling, but this is what I’ve become. A father. A husband – working at home, struggling, striving, learning, laughing and crying through the grand experiment of life – guided by our inadequacies, failings and faith that God has a better handle our own destinations than do we. I could talk about design and culture and faith and worship (and I do sometimes), but what consumes me most is what surrounds me most — maybe its insightful or humorous or just a good “view” into our lives; or something.
Yesterday I recovered. No more fever or aches, just tired from being unable to sleep the night before. Today is Sonya’s turn, so I’m attempting to fill in for her as “domestic goddess” (and sucking) and let her rest. I have no idea what to make for dinner. Looks like chicken nuggets and fries. I’m too lazy, and distracted.