A weird and wonderful Sunday. I found out my father had sold the old scooter (which he had bought for us when we went camping - way back when I was in high school) and I skipped church but yet had a church related get together tonight.
Right now I'm feeling a certain sense of contentment, I'm sure as I awake in the morning and realize it's Monday again, that feeling will certainly decrease, but hopefully only so much.
Right now everyone is asleep, Tom, the dogs. As they should be, it's almost midnite. I should be asleep long ago. But I'm not.
I'm here thinking about the beauty and tragedy of life. Someone who is close to a dear friend of mine, died of a heart attack yesterday.
Life can be so brutal, so short.
But yet, it can be so wonderful, beautiful.
And it's all we have right now. What happens next is such a mystery but I trust it's way better than anything that happens here.
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