Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Wednesday, November 26, 2003

John was still mostly asleep when I went in to get him this morning. Poor Guy. He looked at me sleepily and said "Daddy, I want to sleep." Well, one more day at Sue's house, and then the holiday and he can sleep in as long as he wants. Grandpa and Grandma and Gramma Oma Tick-Tock will arrive tomorrow around supper time and we will feast!

I'm the only here in my group at work today! Wheee!

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