And as for me...

I spent the night icing Mrs. WI's sprained ankle, which made her cold, so I had to keep stoking up the fire to Amityville Horror level. Which required more wood, so I kept opening the door to go outside. Talk about a demented circle story that was written just to keep me from sitting down!

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.