But I’m going to look at this as a a stretching exercise before I get to work every day. I once had a Hollie Hobbie diary in the third grade and I wrote in it devotedly. I found it when we moved from Phoenix to Oregon, and I made the mistake of reading it. I actually wanted to hit myself. I mean, you always have an inkling of what an absolute dork you were, but nothing brings it to light like the phrase, “I love Paul R. so much I wish he was my brother and we got to hold hands before dinner when we say grace.”  Incest and the Lord. Rock on.