The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Normal morning, cats fed and watered, fire box stuffed with pellets, some wood, and paper. It didn’t look like it was going to light. The door could not be opened again without a flood of pellets coming out.
Today is hurry up and wait. Wait for the fire to light. Wait for help, wait for one of Gods coincidences. Wait for the grader to do my driveway. None of those things seem likely to happen.
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