What a choice.
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snipeyhead night before last, I realised I had to make a choice between a new MacBook Pro and David Tennant. Framed in that manner, there is no "lose" possible.
How often does a person get a choice like that?
Working from home today. I hope to be back on site Sunday, possibly with some stock, even.
I've discovered lately that there is some strange comfort in prayer, when the night becomes so black I can't even remember what light is, much less that morning always comes. When I throw myself down to the rock, to the cold, when I give up, and lie down to freeze, there's one blanket left in which to wrap myself. When I beg, when I cry, when I plead, there's no word of answer. But there is some measure of peace at the end, and maybe that's answer enough.
snipeyhead night before last, I realised I had to make a choice between a new MacBook Pro and David Tennant. Framed in that manner, there is no "lose" possible. How often does a person get a choice like that?
Working from home today. I hope to be back on site Sunday, possibly with some stock, even.
I've discovered lately that there is some strange comfort in prayer, when the night becomes so black I can't even remember what light is, much less that morning always comes. When I throw myself down to the rock, to the cold, when I give up, and lie down to freeze, there's one blanket left in which to wrap myself. When I beg, when I cry, when I plead, there's no word of answer. But there is some measure of peace at the end, and maybe that's answer enough.