I played drums quietly to Dave Brubeck in the dark, in my shed (Joe Morello, you beauty you!) and then the juice in my laptop dried up. So I sat in a heap and wept.
Then I played Scrabble by candlelight with Heidi (it’s much easier to cheat in the dark). But mostly I tried not to fume, wondering who didn’t do what, when, how many years ago, to bring us to this pretty pass in our country. Lord, show us what each of us needs to do.
