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Monday Moanin'

Man, travel wears me out. I went to my in-laws on Thursday and came back yesterday afternoon. Everything went well and it was an enjoyable visit, but I was dizzy-tired all day yesterday. Couldn't shake it. I finally crashed before 9:00, slept until 6:30 this morning, and still feel a bit groggy now. Oh well. Maybe I'll feel normal by next weekend. * * * * * * * Light blogging today. As compensation, I have posted pictures from my family Christmas-tree decorating party last night. * * * * * * * Only a family narcissist (Tolstoy's term) could think those pics are compensation. Please indulge me. * * * * * * * What do you do when strangers write to you for religious advice? David Mills asks that question this morning. It's a good question. As a former columnist for National Catholic Register, editor of Gilbert Magazine, and a writer who has published in a variety of Catholic publications, I've gotten to deal with that issue a couple of times. David's suggestions are great, but he doesn't recommend my favorite response: punt. Unless the answer is obvious ("No, you can't marry your sister"), I don't feel qualified to offer spiritual or religious advice, so it's easy for me to respond with a personal anecdote or some such thing, rather than to give an answer. David, of course, is far more knowledgeable in such matters than I, so he no doubt has a hard time punting with a measure of sincerity, but for me, it's a good route.

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