Strange comfort in religion

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My life remains a little upended as work continues on the house and yard and my contact with people is limited by the pandemic. Today the handyman finished staining the bedroom floors ready for sealing and a tree surgeon removed a large limb overhanging the house, I watched some of that while chatting outdoors with a neighbor. My domestic paperwork and computing arrangements remain rather suboptimal, I much want to make progress on either, maybe both, this weekend.

Amid the above, I find myself attracted to reviewing religious materials. I was brought up in a fairly Christian environment and took the Christianity papers in GCSE Religious Studies. I now find myself enjoying reading the Bible and my book about Abrahamic religions and, once through at least one of those, I plan to have another go at the Quran. I am not a believer and I have my doubts about fitting any local church activity into my life, or it fitting me personally, so I find it curious that religious reading is providing me pleasant evening downtime. Among so many new things, perhaps it is simply the comfort of the familiar.