Martyrs' (cracked) Mirror

This week is bible school at church--basically two hours of kid-oriented games, crafts, songs, and general mayhem. Somehow we also managed to get the hottest week of the year--and there's no air conditioning in our church. So it's hot.

Tonight I conducted a game called Anabaptist Adventure, in which kids (the torch-wielding mob of villagers)chase other kids (the passive, innocent Anabaptists). The Anabaptists have to get to their secret worship spot before the villagers catch them. (this is set in Reformation times, obvs). If they're caught they get put into my homemade jail. In reality, we would have torture devices, and stakes for burning. Of course in reality the "villagers" were really the Catholics and the Reformed people, and I don't want to start pitting Mennonite children against other Christians in the Year of Our Lord 2007. We're all past that, right?

And I may have a wasting disease. Scurvy, maybe. Or consumption. The internet is such a bad place to research symptoms. I'm convinced on a daily basis that I could have any number of horrible illnesses. So I'll probably just make a doctors appointment; I need to go anyway.

Last night I went for a walk and was reminded of Florida, and how I used to RUN in weather like this--because in Florida it's like this from May-October. I was insane. But there was always the swimming pool waiting at the end of my run. Now I just come home to my window AC. But I have turned into a heat wimp.