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

Monday, November 22, 2004

This morning as I was getting John dressed, he was in a playful mood. I had gotten his shirt on him, and he said "Can I run away?" (meaning you chase me and try and get the rest of the clothes on me, ha)

I laid down on the couch yesterday to take a snooze. John hadn't gone for a nap, he was playing on the computer, but after awhile, he came and cuddled up next to me on the couch, and he probably slept for an hour or more.

I have no idea if this petition about the Marine involved in the mosque shooting incident really means anything, or if it will do any good. But here it is anyway.

Here is a good email from a soldier who fought in Fallujah. Another account of the fighting can be found here.

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