Hope

Spring is that time of hope when new life pops up everywhere.

I went into town again and was shaken around a bit. Shaken around at ten to eight this morning too.

B's chimney has had to be pulled down. He's going to check mine later, but I think it'll be okay.

Two more days off school. Too many staff affected by the quakes to resume normal service.

That which the caterpillar perceives to be the end, the butterfly considers the beginning.