Just a quick follow up to the note about the disaster trip up north.
Apparently, the brain uses sleepy time to process things from the day. There’s research to support my college practice of reading things I had to know for a test the night before and sleeping on it. It does aid memory to read things right before bed. You mull it over.
If you have a really weird day, you can have really weird dreams. Like that time that the Dusty Thane dreamt that he was going to take out the town Vampires by riding stealthily in on wheelchairs with pitchforks. Or me dreaming my cat got out of a stranger’s car and ran off down some mountain being chased by an IT guy from my company.
After 11 hours in a car, clutching a rosary (another long story there. Lutherans need help with prayer routines too. Why reinvent the wheel?), and begging for mercy, clear roads and a coffee, my brain must have been in a strange place. When I lay down, my first thought was Kyrie. Then “Comfort every sufferer, watching late in pain…” then “Cooooooooooofort ye…”
Kyrieeeeeee yeeeee sufferer
Searchin for my lost shaker of salt
Watching late in pain
Some people claim there’s a woman to blame
Cooooomfooooort yeeee my people.
Into the side of his pretty little souped up four wheel drive
I carved my name into the leather seat!
Comfort every sufferer
(Shaker of Salt!)
watching late in pain
Those who plot some evil
From their sin restrain.