Generally, complaints about the unfairness of the world do not move me. If it is some particular unfairness, caused and correctable by human beings, sure –– social justice seems a reasonable human goal to aim for. However, broader indictments of the cosmos about how "It's all so unfair!" seem better resolved with backbone and a stiff upper lip (if you're reduced to it) and perhaps a stiff drink (if you can manage it... not for Mormons, sorry –– and no one is more sympathetic on that point than myself!).
This morning, then, I find (again) that I am a dreadful hypocrite: Yesterday I was up at 3:00 AM and got horizontal again, exhausted, at 1:00 AM. I just awoke spontaneously at 5:00 AM, forty minutes ago, and the sandman is long gone, (I'll have a brick in a stocking waiting for the next time he stops by!), and though I am tempted to say, "It's all so unfair!"... well, my mother doesn't live here, so I will restrict my comments to the only thing that seems appropriate: "Damn."
(And now I'm off to go jury-rig a still in the bathtub!)
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(The following is intended for those who have a stomach for earnestness and sincerity. To all others, my apologies.)
Of course, my little complaint is nothing in comparison to that of my sister and her family. I am not big enough to deal with those challenges; I think none of us are. Perhaps I am up early because the Lord knows I'll need some more "knee time" this morning. If you're up, feel free to join me.
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Nick dear you always make me smile and your lucky your mom doesnt live there. But I will join you in the knee time for all of your family, Your sister is amazing and always has been. I think we all have to have its not fair momnets it reminds us why we havent been translated yet. :-}
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