The Banzai Chronicles

Alone in the office today. Glad Dave has some breathing room, and I needed some, too. Haven't been Captain Productivity, but I have accomplished a few important tasks already. It is good to be able to sing hymns and to comfort a caller on the phone, all without having to put on the pretense the presence of another (who didn't understand) would require.

My kind of day: gray skies and cool breezes. I like to see the clouds move fast, running from or running toward. I guess I'm a lot like them.

Lord, why do I shift from amazing contentment to painful longing as I do? I don't know if I can handle it. I never seem to be in the right time.

Tomorrow might be very hard. No work, so just me, my mind, and my wild, dangerous heart.