I had a couple guys come out today to do some work on my basement windows. I’d found dry rot in some of them a while back, and they replaced some wood and covered over the healthy stuff with aluminum. For a reasonable price.

Afterwards, when the main guy came in and I was writing him a check, he looked at a picture of Jesus on my wall and asked, “Are you a believer?” I said, “Yes, I am.”

This pleases me immensely. I liked him right off when he came out to do his estimate (though I must admit I made my decision based on the sizes of the bids), and I like to imagine I recognized a brother in Christ through my remarkable powers of spiritual discernment.

In other news, I’ve been noodling with a new book recently, but wasn’t sure where I was going with the thing. As is so often the case, I had a character and a setting, but no plot to speak of.

Today, in the course of my regular work, I stumbled on an idea I think may be intriguing, and fairly fresh. It has to do with quantum physics and time and theology, subjects on which I am (needless to say) an acknowledged expert.

Or at least the low bidder.