This has little or nothing to do with our ministry work, which is the supposed focus of this blog, but two nights ago, as I was wading through James Joyce's monsterpiece Ulysses, my iguana, Rockette (formerly named Rocket until we realized he was in fact a she), climbed up on my shoulder and started licking my cheek.
A little uncomfortable, I closed my eyes until the kisses were over:
Rockette then turned away, embarrassed after Ruthie, my jealous wife, caught this display of affection on camera.
Finally, the affectionate reptile fell asleep on my shoulder as I resumed reading:
:-) Wonderful
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