Ninety Minutes Closer

We crash through our days and hasten our end.  Church is over.  Good.  The violin recital for beginners is over.  Good.  The committee meeting is over.  Good.  But now I’m ninety minutes closer to being dead than I was when the idiot who can’t run a meeting called it to order.  And with each passing day, heavy and muggy and humming with mosquitoes, we step nearer the edge. — Jason Peters @ FPR

Another day. What have I become?  “Dear God who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.”



Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Blog at

%d bloggers like this: