Cirrus@Austlit

'Lying in bed does no good.'

'Getting up doesn't, either. And it takes effort.' 

'You could cut the lawn.'

'It'll only grow more if you encourage it.'

'Lying there like God.'

She's gone, slamming the door. she's not a slammer, more a decisive clicker. That's worse, It doesn't give you the satisfaction of thinking, 'Now, now, darling! Nasty temper! Lying here like God. Well it is the Sabbath. He rested, didn't he? (Spare me your Sabbath, seventh day, finnicking.) But he rested after a spot of major construction. He sat back and thought : 'There's a good job done. Now I know who I AM. I'm the Creator!'

I envy him his certainty, that sense of identity ...

(Introduction)