"Let them in Peter. For they are very tired. Give them couches where the angels sleep, And light those fires. Let them wake whole again, To brand new dawns. Fired by the sun, Not war-times bloody guns. May their peace be deep. Remember where the broken bodies lie. God knows how young they were, To have to die.

And tell them how they are missed, But say not to fear. It's gonna� be all right, With us down here."

--Edwin McCain, Prayer To St. Peter

Kind of sums up my day ... I need to send an e-mail to Libby to explain "that feeling" and in order to do that I get the pleasure of thinking about bad things in my past. I haven't brought myself to do it yet but I heard this song at lunch and thought it fit my day. Fits both last week and the way this one has started off ... Scary!