I think I understand every other word.
“Verbindung.” What does that mean again? Or not again, since I never knew to begin with. I’ll pretend it means “Raccoon.”
“The Raccoon has suffered more than 500 casualties in an earthquake which struck southeast Asia last night at 1:12am.”
So I turn to the wise, Martin Luther King Jr.-endorsed Buddhist monk, Thich Nhat Hanh. He says that the Kingdom of God is inside us. I think of the Eucharist. A reminder to bring what we put outside back in? Stuff that Jesus down! Get Him back inside! Ridiculous external Jesus. Mmm honey wheat Jesus.
Oh, sigh. There should be something for me to do. I’ll be swamped soon. But it’s 8:38am and I have neither motivation, nor impetus, nor love for the man. I need a drink. Do people spike tea?
I think this as I burn my bottom lip on my green tea. Oh, good. It’ll match my burnt eyelid. Hurrah.
“Der kleine klick in der Vierdtschaft.” I wonder what that means.
“The small click in the … dishwasher.”
I heartily agree.