Moments of clarity, attempts to focus, and questions to ponder in an intentional life
At 1:30 in the morning
...both the young giants are in the living room, the dad is drinking his tea, Mr. "I've only had a half a cup of Maltomeal today" has eaten a sandwich, and riffs of laughter are filtering up here between riffs of guitar music. I'm so tired I am starting to see things in waves. And I think we're in the house for the long haul. If tomorrow's storm materializes this will be the first Midnight Mass we've missed in 13 years. It was windy on the way home from Portland - but not snowing or icing. So we'll see.