When I came home from church today, there was a brown box on the front steps. I felt an unexpected thrill. Might it be the book?
Reader, it was!!
I am almost embarassed to admit how excited I was to open it and look at the pages with reflection pieces credited to my nom de plume. I was as giddy as a Victorian maiden attending her first ball! I was as lighthearted as Ebenezer Scrooge when he realizes it is still Christmas!!!
I want to say I was as gay as something, because I really like the old-fashioned way of using that word, too, and in that nuance it would give you a true picture of my delight, but it just doesn’t do to use it that way anymore, does it?
I was happy.
I’m resisting the urge to start reading it, saving it up for Advent, which will be here in a scant three weeks. If you would like a copy, there are two links at your fingertips. Any funds realized above the expenses will be going to Hurricane Katrina relief.
I wrote some things. And they are in a book.