Dear Wife is "watching" two Great-Nieces: the one who lives next door, daughter of niece, and one from a couple miles up the road, daughter of nephew. They're playing together decently, a rarity, but both are due for a nap, soon. Niece gets off work around 4 p.m., not sure about what's going on with nephew's wife -- his birthday is today and I think he's off today, she was going off to donate platelets for some Cause or another.
I've been doing laundry and stuff around here, just got done with another load of dishes (by hand, note). Ran down to ATM to get money to pay the rent on this hovel. Hope it makes it through the winter but I'm starting to have my doubts on that. After that, it could get real difficult for us.
I've been watching the News off and on. Not much good going on, and things seem to be spiraling out of control, worse and worse. I'm tempted to say that this won't end well. Certainly has that appearance.
I am reminded of the poem that Yeats produced, after that great bloodbath of the First World War, the one that the worthless imbecile Woodrow Wilson called the "war to end all wars". He was wrong on that, of course, but then he was wrong about nearly everything. So he's worshiped by the "progressives" to this very day.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Written in 1919. Sounds like the front pages today.
Today's Old Testament reading is taken from chapters 4 and 5 of the Song of Solomon.
Song of Solomon 5
And the New Testament passage is chapter 13 of 2nd Corinthians.
This marks the completion of this epistle.
II Corinthians 13