In the organ-recital department this morning, my right ankle, which can let out with yelps of knifing pain, really does need a doctor's attention. The flocks that crap on cars have made an appearance and, in observance of long-standing tradition, have begun crapping on cars. And there is writing that needs to be done.
Otherwise, it's rainy and I found this article about believers who segued away from an imperious belief system quite touching.
Is there anything, spiritual or otherwise, that cannot be titled, "the price of being right?"