internment
Today is Wednesday. At 0736 CST, from the porch off our bedroom, snapped the sun briefly glaring before rising into clouds. 66° at the moment, to be 70° by noon, a nice February morning that offers hope but not promise of spring. Aslan, "I will make no promises."
Up since dark've already short napped, may be against the rules for folks who mind them, mind the rules, as in Mind the Gap. Rules are not made to be broken, though ridiculous rules deserve to be dismissed, most church rules, let's say, failing the WWJD test, as in "the law is a ass, a idiot". I once knew an Episcopal clergyman, a cockalorum, a self-important little dictator who made a grand show of flouting the canon "No unbaptized person shall be eligible to receive Holy Communion in this church" yet was nevertheless a petty little bureaucrat such as officiously enforcing the rule that anyone serving the chalice must be licensed by the ecclesiastical authority. The Rev'd Mr. Beadle. A ass. A ignorant idiot who at graveside gravely "interned" the dead. To succeed as a laughingstock, a ass, a idiot, one best does it to oneself, don't one.
What's with it, with me, this morning? IDK and IDC, the mind wanders, but the sun shines bright on my old StAndrews home.
Up since dark've already short napped, may be against the rules for folks who mind them, mind the rules, as in Mind the Gap. Rules are not made to be broken, though ridiculous rules deserve to be dismissed, most church rules, let's say, failing the WWJD test, as in "the law is a ass, a idiot". I once knew an Episcopal clergyman, a cockalorum, a self-important little dictator who made a grand show of flouting the canon "No unbaptized person shall be eligible to receive Holy Communion in this church" yet was nevertheless a petty little bureaucrat such as officiously enforcing the rule that anyone serving the chalice must be licensed by the ecclesiastical authority. The Rev'd Mr. Beadle. A ass. A ignorant idiot who at graveside gravely "interned" the dead. To succeed as a laughingstock, a ass, a idiot, one best does it to oneself, don't one.
What's with it, with me, this morning? IDK and IDC, the mind wanders, but the sun shines bright on my old StAndrews home.