Oh, LORD, today is already too much. A part of me says good grief, don’t be such a drama king while another part of me says there, there, pal, it’ll all be okay, just do your best, alright? Then there is that other part of me, saner than the rest, holding the negatives of your mercies up to the coming light seeing darkly what has been. The past is my only ground of hope. That you were faintly there, as you feel now, will have to be enough on this day that already feels too much.