By 11:30 this morning it fet like mid-afternoon. It takes more than setting the clock back to change how time feels when. And now the ten o'clock sleepiness that is often the prelude to the I-really-ought-to-be-in-bed burst of energy has struck at 11:00 p.m., when I really ought to be sleeping in bed, not dozing on the couch with the computer balanced on my crossed legs.
It's like being behind the beat. Or ahead of it? I'm not sure which way the analogy points.
It's pointing toward bed.
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- What is a perverse Lutheran? As a child memorizing Luther’s Small Catechism I learned to say “This is most certainly true” with the emphasis on the adverb. But now, older, wiser, and more contrary, I ask, “Is this — most certainly — true?” You won't find anything of much importance in the big wide world here. But I've been blogging for a long time and a lot has happened—stories of grief and joy, wonder and grace, questions asked, answered, and stewed over. What does it all mean? And does it mean anything if I don't take time to sit and write about it?
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