oof da

It’s been a long day.

And it’s nearly over. After another round (250 in for the day so far, with as many crunches ), I plan to collapse into bed, and awake in a few hours with rest and stuff taken care of.

But my soul is troubled. It’s always hard to watch a freind self-destruct. I’ve got a couple on the line right now, and its of the fashion that must play itself out.

I know, because I’ve been at the end of each of their roads.

Nothing snappy to say about that. But if you’re among the faith/positive thinking crowd, I could use a little help on this one.