i appreciate the discussion in the comments, and i'll get back to the theology on the table, really i will. just not yet.
i was feeling out of sorts today. minor jarrings, you know, that build up through the day until you're feeling all grumpy and you can't point to why. so i left work on the early side and came home to shoot a few aliens before dinner.
after dinner, dubs and tiger and i watched a pbs documentary on the london air raids of dec. 27, 1940. it was a very good documentary. i wept. which is what leaves me pensive, and a bit at a loss for words. i mean, say you're a firefighter in shoe lane holding a spray of water against a wall of precarious flame, for hours through the crackling night. and then watching that wall collapse on the man who relieves your shift. just say.