Thursday, April 18, 2013

Crash and dent

Old Man in Sorrow (On the Threshold of Eternity) by Vincent van Gogh

I'm feeling a bit like a dented can today, my insides squished into a smaller space than normally allotted.

My brain is disabled by the events unfolding around the country, and the lack of anything useful to say about them.


  1. Sometimes the events around us leave us without words.

  2. On the other hand, Suzanne, the sun rose this morning--brilliantly, I might add--the breeze is refreshing, and we know that this is the day that the Lord has made...