As the holidays approach, I’m becoming aware that soon I will be making lists of people in my life and presents to buy, and who will appear where at whose house, and when, and what will the weather be like, and whether I can budget for it all, and plowing through the shoppers at the mall where the Christmas stuff goes up before Thanksgiving arrives. I am also aware that there are people sleeping under bridges in the freezing cold while I consider the hubbub of my life. I hope I will keep this perspective and find time to stop.
Deep Thought: Despair is like a cable that is buried just under the surface of the ground. You pull it up and pull it up, but that cable just keeps right on going, clear across a field, until you come to a bunch of guys who are burying the cable. Then just walk up to them and go, “Hey, have you seen Fred?” And they’ll say, “Fred who?” And you say, “Fred of snakes?” Then cover your ears, because big laughs are coming.
Today I am grateful for: Curbside recycling.
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