What a day
Hi. What a day.
This morning the sun rose up out of the sky obliterating the darkness.
The first thought I had was, “What a good idea!”
Hi. What a day.
This morning the sun rose up out of the sky obliterating the darkness.
The first thought I had was, “What a good idea!”
Occasionally I might write something on here that perhaps has some signs of intelligence. But it took a long road to get to a place of semi-intelligence. I was kind of a dumb kid. For the first two years of my life I thought I had a brother. But I was just talking to the mirror.
We used to have such intense arguments!
I walked along the base of the Wolverine Glacier in Alaska with God. I was shivering.
God said, “I don’t understand why you didn’t wear a jacket.”
I said that I thought that being around God would keep me warm.
God sighed, put a conciliatory arm around me, and said, “Is that better?”
Through chattering teeth I said yes. But it wasn’t.
The angel appeared in my office. I asked to what do I owe the honor. (I ask that of all visitors, even the ghost of Stalin.)
The angel said, “I have a torn wing. Can you help?”
I said yes, and got out some scotch tape. I applied it to the tear. The angel tested out the wing by flying around the room.
The angel said, “Thanks, the wing seems to working now.”
I said that was good.
The angel said, “I’d like to pay you.”
I said, “Don’t be ridiculous, it was just some tape.”