Well, it is Monday again. And a blizzard is about to descend upon Manhattan. I braved the grocery store and stocked up on my necessities–chips, wheat thins etc. I stopped at the wine store and got a bottle of wine. My apartment is like an oven, so the window that opens is open. And I’ll probably have to walk home tonight just as the storm hits. So, I’m pretty much prepared.
My weekend was pretty quiet and restorative, though. I lounged and caught up on TV and magazines. I watched The Theory of Everything (which I enjoyed) and Guardians of the Galaxy (which didn’t seem that great to me–I felt like I was watching someone else play a video game for two hours). I went to church on Sunday where the gospel was about making the Disciples fishers of men. I couldn’t help but think of the Christian Rock phase my brother and I went through in the late 90s/early 2000s and this little ditty. I especially appreciate, as always, the person who put together that video to accompany the song. People are so special.
Hello? I Forgot My Mantra. 