As I sit here in my vacant lab watching the courtyard grow gray with anticrepusculance, I am reminded of the insanity of my life. People are digging out swollen corpses from the wreckage of an island both shaken and stirred; a dear colleague has recently buried her child, brutally cut down in an act of cowardice; a civil dispute about money that will probably deplete the prize fought over; a score of friends and acquaintances who going through various forms of saying 'goodbye'...
...and I'm thinking about maybe fishsticks for supper.
1 comment:
Mmmm fish sticks. But I question the marketer who chose that term sticks. A fish patty sounds better. An interesting way that God weaves life
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