Tryptophan stupor in five. . . . . four. . . . .three . . . . . . .

I'm not yet comatose, but I'm getting there. I'll say this much: No one will have to rock me to sleep tonight.

It's been a wonderful day with the family, giving thanks for life and love. The food was wonderful but being with family is the BEST.

And, as angry as I am with the gutless "leadership" of Rowan and the way in which he framed the vote as an issue of "loyalty" at General Synod to send the Anglican Covenant onto the dioceses where it will need to garner 51% - or 44 diocese - for approval, I have not lost my sense of humor.

This little clip is wickedly funny.

One of my friends suggested - with tongue firmly implanted in her cheek - that perhaps The Episcopal Church ought to set up an Ordinariate for our friends in the Church of England. You know. To provide a little sanctuary of pastoral care.

Oh, and then there's this which I nicked from a friend on Facebook.

It's not the way we seat people at our dinner table, but it does strike a familiar note in a cord deep in my memory.

I'm thinking there are lots of people who can "relate".

Laughter is not only the best medicine, I'm finding it actually helps one's digestive process.

So, before you head off to your own tryptophan induced stupor, click on the above video and laugh a bit.

Come to think of it, let's covenant to laugh at The Covenant. I've come to know that laughing at Evil is the greatest statement of faith. You couldn't laugh unless you really believed in God.

So, here's thanks and praise to our Most Abundant God.

And, to laughter, which I'm convinced is the sound at the center of the universe.