This afternoon I was working on NCFCA stuff and listening to a lecture on C.S. Lewis's "cosmic dance" and the expression of ultimate masculinity and femininity in Perelandra.
Bored and tired of staring at my computer screen, I went to do some stuff in the kitchen, where I began thinking about what we should eat for dinner.
My dad was in there getting something to eat, so I took the opportunity to lament the sad reality that people need to eat (i.e., be cooked for) every single day.
"Yeah, not only that -- but THREE times a day!" he agreed.
"It's terrible," quoth I.
"Terrible -- and wonderful," he replied. "When you've had a hard day at work . . ."
Here I almost interjected, "the LAST thing you want to do is come home and make dinner." But before I could, he finished,
"You really start to look forward to lunch. You know?"
I saw a connection between this and the Lewis lecture. Maybe not everyone will.