Musing...

Oh my friends...
It is late. I am tired. My mom looks very cozy in her bed, and I'd like to be too...but it takes too long to brush my teeth. Would anyone like to join me in boycotting daylight savings? Just for fun? Doesn't it feel like there should be another day between Sunday and Monday?
And aren't Sundays strange? The more in tune I think I'm getting with resting and community, the harder Sundays seem to be...such a bizarre combination of rest and stress, delight and frustration that goes along with being human and loving other humans.
The terrible clarity of having the heavy burden of loving others thrust on you and realizing that you can carry it.

And I wonder if the first thing we will notice about heaven will be the smell, the smell of good food cooking.

Okay. Goodnight.