A prayer for the dying

Woke up at 2:45 this morning, so the day got off to an early start. Two things have become apparent: birds no longer sleep (they just chirp all night) and the weather’s finally hot enough that I don’t think I can get away with not running the air conditioner for much longer.

Had an interesting dream… Dreamed I ran out of gas going down Russell Creek Hill and coasted into a brown creek gravel parking lot that’s not really there.

According to this site, gasoline in a dream represents energy and spirituality and dreaming that you’ve run out of gas suggests you’re wearing yourself out. Sounds about right, although rather than wearing myself out I’d say it’s more like certain circumstances are wearing me out.

Today I’ll be going to the funeral of a friend I don’t think I’ve seen since high school. We weren’t close by any stretch of the imagination, but that hasn’t kept her death — not to mention her life — from having a pretty profound effect on me nonetheless.

It’s fitting she be laid to rest on this National Day of Prayer because seeing someone cut down by illness in the prime of their life is a sobering reminder we’re all dying, some just more quickly than others.

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