In spite of the fact that Evelyn is a particularly pleasant baby, we’re exhausted. Gasoline is finally available again after the hurricane shortage. The Biblical Horizon’s conference was last week, on Ecclesiastes, Canticles and other Wisdom literature in the Bible. Our congergation is going to finally start singing chants during…wow, I really want to say ‘mass’ but that would be misinformation what with the whole presbyterian thing, but, oddly, I cannot for the life of me think of what Protestants call their…Sunday service…and I really don’t want to use the word ’service’. Uhhhh. My mother, sister, and brother-in-law have been visiting for the past five days and we’ve had a wonderful, not quite as exhausting, time. Our little girl has been showered with gifts. Unannounced, church ladies keep brining us dinners; our fridge runneth-over. N. planted the Japanese Magnolia that we bought her in the front yard on Saturday. Evelyn was baptised by Pastor Schneider on Sunday, wearing a fifty-year old baptismal gown that her great-grandmother Poulsen made for her children. She acted like a saint. N., Evelyn and I leave for Minneapolis in a week. Will post new pictures of little Evelyn today; a legion of digital cameras attacked her over the past week, her poor little eyes are still rolling. Since birth she has grown two inches and gained three ounces and grown half an inch. Here is her hospital picture.