It was a sudden and brief day. It was pretty good, though; I didn’t hurt anybody, far as I know. One of the high points was watching Tasha check out the form Dad built for a cement pour in the back yard.

I’m listening to Innocence Mission, Rowing on the Lakes of Canada. I picked the title of this post at random from my address book. I’m going to write now.

May the God Who

loves you lend

an angel for your sleep.

Before you succumb, pray

for La Conchita:

rain is coming.