The Sysmistress insists on indoctrinating the sysmidgets into the faith of her upbringing. I continue my stealth plan to develop them into followers of my own. I don't think that small children can understand the ideas of faith and spirituality. If they weren't told otherwise, they would believe just as much in the existence of Pokemon.

I've been using the rare quiet time each week for a run. I usually see someone I know in the park. Being that I'm rarely seen in the neighborhood without my brood, they usually ask where everyone is. When tell them that the rest of the family is at church, I'm rewarded with a brief look which I translate into:

1. confusion
2. a little dollop of anger, then
3. a quick, silent benediction –– they'll pray for me so I don't abandon my family in the afterlife, too.

I live in a pretty right-wing, ultra-patriotic, and bible-thumping area. Why do I live here? This exchange from Casablanca comes to mind:

Captain Renault: What in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?
Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
Captain Renault: The waters? What waters? We're in the desert.
Rick: I was misinformed.

So, in order to stay somewhat invisible, I think I'll buy an iBelieve lanyard for my iPod.

I guess I'll be no more dishonest than the people sitting with my family.

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