pensiveTried to write about just what I mean by that and ended up with crap. Maybe another time. In the meantime, my apologies to those who've spoken with me in the last 24 hours or so (though only a few will read this). Forgive me: I haven't really been there for you, and you deserve better. I'm meant to be better, too.
His mercies are everlasting, new every morning. It's the only way we can face the night.
