Tai Chi

A cockroach in my lounge room is doing tai chi. It is unwell. It lifts one leg, and then the other. It tries not to fall off the almost vertical piece of paper it is clinging to.

I would kill it, but 1) I hate squishing them and 2) Dad said he would when he got home. He won't be home for half an hour, but I will hold him to it!
Meanwhile, the unopened packet of barbecue chips underneath the piece of paper are inaccessible.

I'm reading 'The Cross of Christ' by John Stott. It's the first really scholarly, well exegeted piece of theology I've read. I plan to read more. And what I love is that it's so thick - it's not a book I can read in 2 days. It's going to take me a week or more.

The cockroach is still watching me.