When I got up this morning I felt as if I'd woken up from a long bad dream. Which is a metaphor. I slept very well last night. It's just that I felt, for no discernible reason, as if all of my failures and falls of the last few weeks had been washed away and I'd been given a brand new start.
That's a lovely feeling.
Leila at Bookshelves of Doom put up the last Big Read post for A Tale of Two Cities. Naturally, she quoted the end. Naturally, I cried. Oh, Charles Dickens, what you do to me.
I'm missing old friends a lot this morning. I know I won't see them for some time and I want to be with them. I want a community instead of me, muddling along by myself. I guess that's one of those things where all I can do is pray.
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That's a beautiful feeling indeed, thanks be to God.
And, other than A Christmas Carol I've not read any Dickens. Would you recommend starting with this one?
Yes, thank Him.
Had one of those days where every little thing goes wrong, and it starts to seem like that's all it ever does. Though I know that's not true. I will try to thank Him, too, just the same.
Mimi, I think I would. It's a lot shorter than Dickens usually is, and it's exciting.
Pam, I know those kinds of days. It's hard to hold on and trust.
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