Okay, 2008.

As a reminder; I'll reference some words by Lewis Carroll that got this blog rolling...


"I was walking on a hillside, alone, one bright summer day, when suddenly there came into my head one line of verse — one solitary line — 'For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.' I knew not what it meant, then: I know not what it means, now; but I wrote it down: and, sometime afterwards, the rest of the stanza occurred to me, that being its last line: and so by degrees, at odd moments during the next year or two, the rest of the poem pieced itself together, that being its last stanza."

My mother taught me the 23rd Psalm and The Lord's Prayer to recite to myself before sleep. Odd; as we were not church goers nor Christians...I've come to find it necessary to find my own mode of prayer.

She has also mentioned told me from time to time, "You've always had a problem with sequencing". It's true; I tend to count backwards.

I suppose the quote above is my prayer tonight. I'll take the hopeful end of things and keep going.