The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things
as interruptions of one’s ‘own,’ or ‘real’ life.
The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one’s real life —
the life God is sending one day by day.
C. S. Lewis
(the Mayor accessing the containers that house her satellite Woobooville office supplies…aka toys)
Please pardon the interruption in service, but The Mayor is currently in residence…
Her royal ruler (aka self-appointed official) has proclaimed that any and all technology
will be used sparingly during her audit of the satellite office of Woobooville.
She is emphatic that there are to be absolutely no leaks to the media as to what this audit may entail
Some staff members are very worried…
(Percy making himself comfortable in the Mayor’s teepee along with Polly Possum)
So while the Mayor settles in for a few days conducting her reign of terror,
I may be a bit scarce here in blogville as I tend to her every beck and call…
(the Mayor has taken over the offical chair of the stellite office’s boss, aka Da or Papa)
Our life will be a success if, at the moment of death,
we have in our soul the life above our nature, the Supernatural Life.
It will be a failure if, at death, we have not the Supernatural Life.
For if we have it, then we have in our soul the powers that would enable us to live the life of heaven;
if we have it not, we lack these powers and therefore will be totally unable to live the life of heaven.
Frank Sheed
from A Map of Life
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