I awoke this morning to realize in amazement I had slept through the night…nine hours in fact. And I awoke in a positive mood, so it had not been the sleep of depression. Can’t recall the last time that happened.
How could there be anything fearsome or malign in a universe with such a sense of irony if not humor?
2012: the fall of two guys of note, both named “Armstrong”: one (may he rest in peace) falls from the cosmos to earth a hero; the other (may he find grace and mercy and may we all find wisdom) falls from his bicycle to the rough road a goat.
In the words of one of my mentors (Bart Simpson), “You can’t make this stuff up!”
* apologies to Count Tolstoy