I have my own, made up religion that I ascribe to. It makes me very happy and has nothing to do with heaven or hell or salvation. Once, when I shaved my head, my dear friend Michael Sprong said that he would join the Cult of Waltner. This was said in a dry, wide-eyed way that only Mike can do. Of course, there was no dogma ascribed to said Cult at the time, and Cult is the wrong word... anyway, that's not the point of this blog.
The point of this blog is to say this:
On a day as beautiful as this one, it is a SIN to be at work. I must leave and repent immediately.