I’m not sure why I wrote the previous post, other than writing about actual events this week is almost as pleasant as a root canal performed by a commercial contractor.

Waiting, waiting waiting. Den Beste summed it up best, saying, “I want it to be over. I want it in the past, a fait accompli.”

Exactly. I don’t want war, but since we find ourselves in one, I’d like this next, ugly phase of it over and done with. Anticipating the chance to sit back and lick our wounds is a helluva lot more comforting than anticipating the wounds, themselves.