Fire, Water, Wind, and Insincerity

In Which I Complain About People Who Cut Trees and Do Dumb Studies

I am seriously all tuckered out. I turned in a long piece of writing yesterday, on the heels of another one last week, and thenceforth sat in a chair, gazing into the middle distance, instead of contemplating what I might want to write about for today. I was desolated not to blog on one of my favorite days—Good Shepherd Sunday (here’s an old blog post t…