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

Thursday, May 27, 2004

My sniffly stuffed up cold continues. Boooooo.

The rest of clan will head down to Iowa today. On Saturday I'll take the bus down to Omaha. Hopefully that will be a reasonably pleasant trip, and I won't be forced to sit in the lap of some psychotic drunk.

I'll try and get the lawn mowed Friday after work. The Buick is in the shop, I carpooled with a guy today, and he'll drop me off at the shop on the way home so I can get the car. It should be done.

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