Friends,
I do a little writing for a couple of little things for little place down at sea level and I’ve been working on a project that’s required a bunch of research to get right. Our little endeavor is named after a character who makes a brief appearance in a reasonably popular book and I thought I knew her 2,000+ year old story. It turns out I only knew a small part from Tuesday’s catechism classes. New testament, etc. You get the idea.
What I did not know, and which I’ve been blabbing about at work incessantly since I stumbled upon it, is that the namesake of our little confabulation has a larger story. Our saint, after the brief mention in a book, moved to France and slayed dragons. There, I said it. There are people out there on several of the internets who are devoted to our saint’s late life badassery, but that’s not really my point here.
My point is that there are secrets hidden in plain sight at work. If you take the time to look for them, you can remain endlessly entertained and not lose what little is left of your spirt.
Or I’m just making excuses. Which is likely.
– bob
I would KILL for that holy card. And I know from holy cards.