A Contemplation of Sadness in Times of Trouble. To the Chief Mourners. A Hosanna of Gary. Will sadness be my lot in life, O God? You give of what is good, choice of the vine, Yet the ground I sow bears thistles. So long, I have waited upon Thee, And my conferment has settled on …
I get it, I give you my life. And a day. And another. When do you come to my rescue, my God? I came unannounced, I came unafraid. I denied myself and left the throne/”throneroom empty.” The cause is/seemed just. The End
Computer problems are the norm for me. It seems to me that those who can fix trouble, find trouble. So, hardware can die, keyboards can fly, and software has these undocumented features that I like to call, bugs. When you want to fix Windows apps, Microsoft has allowed its customers the use of Safe mode. …