Taking a few sick days here on the blog, as I've got the flu.
Fever. Aches. Coughs.
So. much. snot.
It's the whole package, folks. I'm so sick I don't even have an opinion on Beyonce.
When I was a little girl, my mom used to buy me a present when I got sick. (The chicken pox earned me a magna doodle.) This has made every sickness of my young adulthood a pretty major letdown.
Hopefully, we'll be back up and running in a few days with Monica Coleman's responses to your questions for "Ask a Liberation Theologian," a final installment of our discussion of Justin Lee's book "Torn," Sunday Superlatives, and a bunch of other goodies including a post on love & respect (and how women and men need BOTH!). For now, I need to focus on getting better before my next trip to Virginia. Dan's taking good care of me.
This may be Nyquil talking, but I love you all.
Thanks for your patience.