Good grief!

Sovna seint og vakna tidleg. Som vanleg for tida, i grunnen. Så las eg dette:

What we take for grief or sorrow seems, often, to be our inability to put ourselves into a viable relationship to the world; to this nearly lost paradise. Sometimes we see the reasons for this and sometimes we do not. Sometimes we wake up to find the lens that magnifies the excellence of the world and its people broken. Saturday was such a day.
"The Journals", John Cheever

Og då visste eg at det ville bli ein god dag.

God morgon, verd!