on the 150th day the plumber said, "Let there be water," and there was
water. And the plumber saw the water was good. And the plumber said
"Let the water run from the bathroom sink." And it was so. And the
plumber separated the check from our checkbook. And on the 150th day,
the bathroom was finished. Hallelujah!
The house sparrow clings tightly as the winter gale lashes at the thin branch. Her feathers ruffle in a hundred directions as she waits - patient until for just one brief moment the wind subsides and she preens herself.