I remained seated*, near the door, for the seventy-five minutes of last night's gig; even so, that morale boost described in the previous entry, seemed to carry the seeds of it's own comeuppance. If you're not fed up with tales of health woes and (unsolicited) self-pity, the Revenger's Progress can be found in The Night May Have A Thousand Eyes and And The Day's Eyes Are Closed both reported by Heterocon.
* not for the lack of desire to get up and bop, a simple series of whims of nature disbars me from such activity!
Had I not long since rejected the validity of any Theodicies, my faith being rescued by, and rooted in, the miracle of love and care, I really would be struggling!
- living and frequently struggling with moderate M.E. -
where (bad) health, faith, politics and the joys and troubles of daily life collide.
ME
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