some ponderifications:

• Second Genesis seems to carry the possibility of an implication---the human soul was not created ex nihilo.  God instilled his pneuma into the body.   now, this would explain all the botheration in Supernatural; however, i'm the sort that will have to gnaw on this for a few years before i can be any more willing to say "yea or nay."
• the fact that i still find Jerry Clower's story about Uncle Versey Ledbetter goin' to the church to prevent them from spending church money on a chandelier (pronounced "Shan-Delly-Ay" because no one in the church could spell it to order it from the Sears & Roebuck catolog AND even if they got one, there wasn't anyone in the church who knew how to play it to be the best explanation of how most churches operate.

• i think this in my front yard would scandalize the neighbors.

• oooh, i've violated a personal commandment.  and.......i don't care.  this is the entry that will outrage some....maybe even horrify.  but sometimes a little bit of the evil is like medicine.  awful, but necessary.  i met a hunky cellist....taller than me.  thick, muscular.  hairy chest and a "rampaging' cock.  and he played for me, nude.  something about having someone lap at the hollow of my collar-bone and gripping me close enough to take my breath was just the reassurance needed to help me get back to myself.  had not realized i'd distanced myself from me quite so much.  there is a problem.  he's married.  i did think of the wife.....but then i realized as his knowing knees crawled the distance between us that i command his passion, his desire.  i'll leave the rest to her.  i'm certain she doesn't make him cum just by pinning him to the floor and biting him (no marks, i once was a "professional").  i doubt i'll have anything further to do with him because he failed to honour a vow he has made.  any guilt i feel i shake from my feet like the dust.  tho' should he call, i might be tempted.  the man is fine.  still, i dread he'll screw it up and want to play house when we've already seen he has a fidelity issue (i'm gracious enough to grant him the one because damn, i am that hot.)
  my evil is strong. 
  he played the cello for me, nude.  'twas nice.  has she ever thought to ask him to...? 
  his wife has excellent taste in men but the decor of the house was awful.  the turquoise and purple bathroom nearly made the eyes bleed.  oy.
  i had been feeling ugly and undesirable.  L. has fixed that problem.  the grey hair is a sign of a life lived and experience guranteeing i know how to do things to you you didn't dare hope would happen.  the paunch, a sign of an abundance of blessings and graces, y'know, the good stuff.  and the cock, well, that is just arrogance. i've been a bad, bad man.  and that's not a bad thing at all.  sure as hell is cheaper than therapy.  i found out about the wife during Round 2 when i glance over and see a picture on the highboy....."who's the ugly bitch in the picture?"  he moans, whimpers, ".....ah!.........my.......*grunt*.....Oh God..........wife."  hmmm. so, i was balls deep before i knew about her.   still......i finished Round 2 and there was a Round 3. 
• i've ordered a french cook book dedicated solely to macaroons.  it is a part of my secret plans for world-domination.  those, and my cardomom-scented orange-glazed madeleines.
• the weather is dreary and wet.  i'd blame this for my current diffusions and lack of productivity re: correspondence but heck, if i can fuck in any kind of weather i should be able to write in any kind of weather.  in honor of the rainy day