I received this email from my friend Shea today:
And the Lord did appeareth to Shea, and spoke unto him, saying, "My daughters have been wandering in the desert without food, and they are full of sorrow". But Shea's heart was full of jet lag, and he said "What do you want me to do about it?" And God did smote Shea about the head and shoulders, thereby curing his dandruff. And then God did smote Shea again, and he cried out, and said "Ow, stop hitting me, I'll make dinner." And the Lord did stop hitting Shea, and Chez Shea was scheduled for 7:00 on Sunday August 7th.It's good to have friends that like to cook.