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He began to roll, not towards the outflow, but towards the wall. He found a rough patch of brick, a vertical ladder of microscopic crystals. He started to climb.
The rain fell in sheets, a percussive drumming against the London cobblestones. Beneath the city, in the great churning arteries of the sewer system, it sounded different. There, it was a muffled roar, a constant white noise that blended with the hiss of steam and the distant, rhythmic thump-thump-thump of the great pumps. flushed away 1 10
But the number hummed: 10 . He focused. He pushed his mass to his leading edge, a tiny, cresting wave. The surface tension stretched, strained, and then— pop —he detached a minuscule portion of himself, a decoy droplet that slid down the grease. The sudden shift in balance yanked the rest of him forward. He repeated the trick, over and over. Leapfrogging himself down the falls. It was exhausting. It took an hour. He began to roll, not towards the outflow,
At the 6th junction, he met The Warden. A greasy, iridescent slick of motor oil, sprawling and arrogant. The rain fell in sheets, a percussive drumming
"New blood," the oil gurgled, its voice a slow, poisonous purr. "Lost? They all get lost. Stay here. The dark is safe. The light evaporates you."
My father-in-law graduated from Fuller Seminary with his Ph.D today.Â? I am very proud of him.
But…
I am much prouder that last night at his hooding ceremony in the CATS program, he wore the cat ears that I sent him as a graduation present.Â? He wore them on stage, during his speech, and for pictures afterwards.Â? Bishop Egertson, his guest, also wore them in pictures and around.
Let’s just say that I am *quite* amused.
Last Sunday, Pisco Sours ran a sort-of 5K race.Â? Go tell him how hot he looks.Â? 😛
He began to roll, not towards the outflow, but towards the wall. He found a rough patch of brick, a vertical ladder of microscopic crystals. He started to climb.
The rain fell in sheets, a percussive drumming against the London cobblestones. Beneath the city, in the great churning arteries of the sewer system, it sounded different. There, it was a muffled roar, a constant white noise that blended with the hiss of steam and the distant, rhythmic thump-thump-thump of the great pumps.
But the number hummed: 10 . He focused. He pushed his mass to his leading edge, a tiny, cresting wave. The surface tension stretched, strained, and then— pop —he detached a minuscule portion of himself, a decoy droplet that slid down the grease. The sudden shift in balance yanked the rest of him forward. He repeated the trick, over and over. Leapfrogging himself down the falls. It was exhausting. It took an hour.
At the 6th junction, he met The Warden. A greasy, iridescent slick of motor oil, sprawling and arrogant.
"New blood," the oil gurgled, its voice a slow, poisonous purr. "Lost? They all get lost. Stay here. The dark is safe. The light evaporates you."
So we’re getting this stuff in Big Sky Country called r-a-i-n and it’s coming in the form of multiple fast-moving thunderstorms — the kind that are triggered by rapid pressure changes. This means… the lovely wonderful rain that we’re getting is triggering really bad migraines for me which are hitting me in the face and head. The Imitrex and Trimitex (Imitrex with Aleve) will moderate out the migraine so that I don’t have the nausea and dizziness but I still have some pretty acute pain. Add in the lovely jaw pain from the TMJ which is probably also triggered by the weather and you have a pretty potent combination of pain.
Yesterday, I managed to spell the pain a bit. Today was to the point where I was either going to take the pain or I was going to start screaming because it was so awful and that was 7 hours of my 8 hour shift. The last 45 minutes of my shift were spent with me in tears repeating Philippians 4:13 to myself to get myself through. I was crabby and I seriously had to remove myself from my work area a few times to avoid screaming at co-workers.
So why don’t I just go home? Because it’s not like that’s going to do anything for me either. THERE. IS. NOTHING. I. CAN. DO. FOR. THE. PAIN. Seriously. I accidentally took twice the safe dose of Aleve today between the two tablets I took at 10 am for my jaw and the Trimitex I took around 1 for a migraine that came on. I can’t do anything at home that I can’t do at work and at least at work, I get paid to be there.
I have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 8 am (!!!!). Please pray that they can do something for me to at least kill the jaw pain so I only have one part of my head exploding instead of two.
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So I did make it down to Church of the Incarnation for worship and Father Tim welcomed me very warmly when I walked in. (His welcome alone made the 2 hour drive worth it.) Worship was awesome and if I had actually been feeling like solid food was a good thing, I could have stayed for the parish potluck. Alas… the migraine wasn’t allowing me to do much eating so I made do with an oatmeal cookie from $tarbuck$.
I also got a Wal-Mart run in (which made me feel like my blood sugar had plummeted — thank God for Lipton Raspberry tea) as well as a few other errands before heading back up.
