The sky was full of battleship clouds, slung low, cruising towards the western horizon. But as the sun galloped across the sky, the fleet broke up into a few huge carriers drifting lazily along.
Good day, all told. Work went swimmingly, thanks to my help on a troublesome project. Always feels good to be a rescuer.
Then I heard about the bombing of London today, and I felt a lot more thankful for all I have. My heart goes out to the British today, and if I can offer any hope, I’ll just say this: You will come out of this stronger.
I came home and powered through a bunch of little chores—