Tonight Leisy has left Zeb and me to go to book club to discuss one of my all time favorite books. It's hard not to feel jealous when she gets to read of the ignominy of Hester Prynne, the burning guilt of Arthur Dimsdale, the ruthless hatred of Roger Chillingworth, and the mischievous innocence of Pearl while I'm stuck at home studying all the hundreds of ways bacteria can evade our natural defenses and make us sick! Luckily for me Zeb was an angel baby tonight; he came to me to have his diaper changed and giggled when I put him in bed. He's trying to make up for last night I guess. It helped that Leisy actually told him she was leaving and gave him a kiss goodbye.
Enough blogging for me. I have buckets of studying to finish. I'll end my blog with a quote from The Scarlet Letter and include a cute picture of Zeb for all of those who thought this was the most boring blog entry ever!
"A bodily disease, which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may, after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part."