Driving in the blinding rain, I'm entertained by Chris. He's leafing through a Bible he found in the back seat and wants my opinion on Leviticus. So he reads me verse after verse after mind-numbing verse about dietary restrictions. "What do you think?" Mostly I think the book could have been much shorter. Also, Em and I think it sounds like the kind of advice Captain Picard would have given a primitive people to keep them from dying from food-borne illnesses. Wash your hands, don't eat weasels. This seems pretty sensible to us. I think Chris was looking for a more theological criticism.

Thankfully, we arrive at Target and the scriptures are forgotten.