I very stupidly put off all my reading for this week until the last two days.  This was very foolish.  Four Hundred and Seventy-two (does that even get a hiphen?) pages foolish.  I think I have rendered myself completely incapable of discussing anything other than the context in which the Pentateuch should be considered or the Political climate of the Roman Empire when Jesus started his adult ministry.  That is all that fits in my brain right now. Poor Andy.  Especially in light of our conversation a few nights ago when he told me he hates history.  I was, frankly, appalled.  I'm telling myself he only said he hates history because I was rattling off fun facts about the Roman empire at 1:30 in the morning while he may or may not have been trying to sleep.  I couldn't tell.