The Farse Show

That's right...I can play with words.

Against advice, I've been reading Disappointment With God by Philip Yancey.

What am I disappointed with?

I don;t know...To be honest, I can;t quite place my stubby little finger on the precise factor, but all I know is that it surfaces every so often and I enter into a recession.

A recession. Like Recess. A 15-20 mintue break from the plastic glamour of life lessons. Recess. The time when problems boil, tempers fray and romances for some unknown reason bloom.
It's a time of social activity. People huddle together patting themselves on the back telling each other just how good they are and how much better they are than the other kids in the playground.

Recession. A setback. A sleeping Policeman. A speed hump that tells you, even though the road is clear, the sun is setting and the geese are migrating south for winter, that you must SLOW DOWN.

Or a Recession. A lapse. Like a broken Burt Bacharach 12" record. You get to the bridge of 'What the World Needs Now', you have your tumbler of whiskey, open log fire, beautiful tabby cat sprawled across the fire rug when all of a sudden...a jitter. Burt and the whole Burt orchestra are stuck in a 3/4 second loop.
A Lapse. An emotional turnover.

Month End.