So, I thought while in D.C. I would have been able to catch up on my blogging. Not so. Then I came back and ran around like a chicken with my head cut off up until and including through the weekend. I have finished reading the Augustine selection, and want to write something comprehensive but have not done so. I love how the Confessions is so intimate. I think it is rightfully read as an inspection of St. Augustine soul rather than a piece of theology.
I’m not waiting, though. I’ve moved on to Machiavelli.