If you look closely, you can see the hummingbird in the upper right hand corner, waiting for me to move away from the feeder behind me. The hummingbirds are always surprisingly loud. HUMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm.
Today, we gather to be reassured that God hears the lamenting and bitter weeping of Mother America because so many of her children are no more. Let us now seek that assurance in prayer for the healing of our grief stricken hearts, for the souls and sacred memory of those who have been lost. Let us also pray for divine wisdom as our leaders consider the necessary actions for national security, wisdom of the grace of God that as we act, we not become the evil we deplore. - Reverend Nathan Baxter, Dean of Washington National Cathedral, September 14, 2001
NinjaHead resides with a sesquipedalian woman known herein as Herself. Herself has a Beloved Husband, with whom she shares three nearly-grown Offspring. When she is not writing Things, Herself nurtures a visceral fondness for small furry creatures. The household menagerie, which has varied in size and composition over the years, presently contains a minuscule, medically fragile, and rather cranky middle-aged chihuahua; and a recently-rescued, elderly and chipper small dog of uncertain parentage. Someday, there will be more critters, for she loves them tremendously.