National Day of Mourning
My balcony Friday, September 15, 2001.
My balcony Friday, September 15, 2001.
*sigh* One of the Chaplains from work called me again today. They’ve called once or twice a week since all this started. It makes me feel like a wretched liar, talking to them. Once again I was informed that everybody was praying for me. They keep asking if I want them to come out so…
Definitely today. Unfortunately, I’m slated to attend a continuing education conference today, so I’m probably going to miss the unveiling. Hopefully The Prof will get to see it though.
Itâs just that time of yearWhen we push ourselves aheadWe push ourselves ahead – Dar Williams, “End of Summer” This is the window that gives me my first view of the outside world each morning. It’s a northerly view, and through it the first rays of day light stream in from the right and incoming…
I went to work today, but I’m not concentrating on much. It isn’t that I’m sitting here worrying about things; more like I just can’t keep my mind fixed on any one thing for too long a time without it wandering elsewhere. This alarming tendency of my grey-matter to go AWOL had best cure itself…
I came up as this whimp? Take the Which Star Wars Hero are You? Quiz! …created by Kenzie. I’d rather be my number two match, please: Take the Which Star Wars Hero are You? Quiz! …created by Kenzie. Practice talking in inversion I believe I will now do.
She was found under a truck dock early on a wet Monday morning, amid the puddles and the gravel and litter that lay against the wall. It was 39° F out, and I could see my breath as I walked across the parking lot. The security guard who called me thought the kitten was dead….
beautiful!
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