- watching the New Hampshire returns with a bit of amazement. (You can ask me where I get my hair done any time.)
- nursing a nose itch, wondering if its a rhinovirus or a bit of mold or whatnot from our very weird weather.
- reading Our New Departure by Elbridge Gerry Brooks. A Universalist agenda for the future. From 1874. Seeing if there’s something worth recovering.
There is this, from page 15, speaking of the age before Universalism was known:
Chiefest of all, perhaps, an appalling uncertainty hung over the future. Nothing was definite. Above no grave could a sure word of prophecy be uttered. Not even to the saintliest soul, it was thought, was there authority to say, “Fear not:” for time and eternity, God is your Friend. Ours it was to pour light into this darkness.