When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise
—Alan Parsons Project, "Old and Wise"
Hitting the edge of another Sunday funk. What is that? I'm impatient and given to self-pity. Getting to where I don't want to listen to my heart a lot of the time. There's probably some wisdom in that, but also terrible danger. I don't want to be a dead man; I know what it's like. That's important to remember.
Gathering of Prayer in an hour—a good time to try to empty me of me.