Parables

Like swamp-gas bubbles rising through the pond-weed of Life, so are the days of our lives.

We had a strange weekend. Someone special to someone special to us died. Some other special people are beating their heads on a brick wall to save their dream. The kids are still not over their colds and bugs and I feel like crap and I fucked the kids computer. It wouldn't matter much if they weren't using mine instead.

Bugger.

On the up side, the weather today was glorious and it was a beautiful day to be alive. There is an occasional upside to waking up in the mornings, after all. It's called coffee and ciggie on the patio in the sunshine before the kids wake up, sorting out which Miracles to perform today.

Almost bliss. Almost.