1. As this morning's lector, I got to read the stirring story of the Israelites beginning to rebel against Moses because of a water shortage on the the desert, in the Wilderness of Sin. Until, with God's help, Moses strikes his rod against a rock and water flows out, it really looks like his desert march is on the ropes. It's a great story: Exodus 17:1-7.
2. The drive to the airport and the emotional let down of being home alone left me tired, on the edge of listless today. I followed NCAA basketball games, laundered towels and sheets, ate leftovers, took care of dishes, drank a Mirror Pond Pale Ale. I'll perk up tomorrow. I always have a day like this early on whenever the house empties out and I'm by myself for a while. It'll pass.
3. I don't fill out brackets for the NCAA tournament, bet on games in any sport, or join fantasy leagues because I enjoy the games themselves too much and I enjoy having teams I'd rather see win, based on weird criteria that's personal and often eccentric, but is never based on a bracket or a bet. So, all day today, I had rooting interests: I was for Wichita State because I feel irrational animus toward Kentucky that goes all the way back to Adolph Rupp. I root for Gonzaga because I loved living in Spokane, going to school and working there. If I were a bracket guy, I'd have been rooting for Arizona. My rooting interests are fickle, irrational, and unpredictable but I can indulge them because I don't fill out brackets, bet on games, or do any of those things. I like it this way.